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Submitted to Contest #314
I laid on my back staring up at the ceiling. Olly had her back turned towards me, asleep. I laid there for about an hour, subtly tossing and turning. I couldn't take it anymore. Carefully sitting up, I swung my legs over the bed and stepped forward with my right foot. Except I didn't have a right foot or right leg for that matter, so I fell on the floor with a soft thud.I bit my lip and groaned quietly. When the pain subsided enough, I leaned against the bed. Looking at my leg, I ran my hand across the empty spot where it used to be; now a n...
Submitted to Contest #313
Alyssa POV Ding! I looked up from my phone and walked towards the counter, grabbing my drinks. Stuffing my phone back into my front pocket, I grabbed my badge off my belt. Today, I didn't need it, seeing as the elevator was already open and the cheerful face of Elliot was looking down at me. “Good Morning,” he smiled. I handed him one of the cups and nodded in response. The elevator doors closed with a soft whoosh, and we began our ascension. "Why do you never talk in the morning?" He asked in between sips of coffee. “Why do you talk ...
Submitted to Contest #307
Cecelia sat on a cliff watching the sun set. Below, she watched the river carrying stray sticks and leaves. Her hands still shaking, wet from tears she couldn't wipe away. Next to her lay a vial and a sword, his sword. If you held it up to light at an angle, you could still see the blood, or maybe only she could. She closed her eyes and lay back. Memories came flooding back. Her talk with Nicholas and, more importantly, Damien. Despite what he said, it was her fault; she knew it was her fault.She, along with Ophelia, Nicholas, and Kai, had b...
Submitted to Contest #306
(Contains following: mental health, substance abuse, physical abuse) Int. Fourth Floor Apartment 4B BedroomA man walks across the floor, crunching glass underfoot. He slams the door as he leaves. A woman picks herself up, grabs a broom, and begins cleaning. Tears fall softly as she picks up a shattered picture frame. A photo of herself and the man on their wedding day. Int. Third Floor Apartment 3A BedroomA woman zips up a slim-fitting, satin red dress as a man grabs a few hundred-dollar bills from his wallet. The front door opens, startlin...
Submitted to Contest #305
It took a few seconds to realize I was utterly and completely lost. I turned left, moss-covered trees stretched into darkness, interrupted by soft moonlight and a few stars. To my right, the same. Felix has said that if I get turned around, just go forward. But forward how? I decided to go back the way I had come. Upon turning around, I realized the trees looked different, taller and menacing. I hated camping, I hated nature in general, I had only gone because Felix had insisted it would be a fun and romantic vacation. Believe me, their’s no...
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