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Submitted to Contest #139
Mental health, postpartum depression, suicidal ideationNovember 26thTwo more days until our little Teddy Joseph is here! We double then triple-checked the hospital bag and loaded it into the car. Kaleb took some final pregnancy photos of me, then we took some together to commemorate our last two days as just husband and wife before we become parents. We can’t wait to snuggle our little Teddy bear! I think he’s excited to join the world as well, he’s been kicking and rolling around like crazy.November 27thWe're going to the hospital tomorrow ...
Submitted to Contest #137
The markets were open and people filled the streets. It was hot, but no one cared as they were happy to spend their coins on the drinks and sweet fruit that the vendors sold. “There she is,” Kai said, pointing out the window to the woman perusing the stalls, not noticing the carriage pass by, or the man inside who had fallen for her during the nights he snuck away from the palace to explore the world he had never gotten to see. The king, Kai’s father, was very protective of his only son. He spent most days training to take over...
Submitted to Contest #130
“I’m at the hotel. Room 124.” I fired off with a pin of my location. “Bring a pizza if you want to be let in,” I added. I sighed loudly and threw my phone onto the bed comforter that was the same color as the floor. I ran my fingers through my hair and clasped my hands behind my head as I tried to think. I had finally, for the third and final time, left Ryder. I left him, the last four years, our apartment, and most of my things. I only had what I could throw quickly into my duffel bag. My phone vibrated and moved across the stiff bla...
Submitted to Contest #89
I had three friends, I guess after tomorrow I'll have one. A group text between Mark, Winter, and I started blowing up last night while I was driving home from work. I couldn't get to my phone to read what was happening, but the vibrating was starting to exacerbate me. In the five minutes it took me to get from the final stoplight to my parking spot there were twenty-five new messages from Mark and Winter. I stayed in my car while I opened up my phone and looked at the messages from Winter. Mark and I had been the only ones contributing to t...
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