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Submitted to Contest #103
Honestly, I'm not really sure when it started. Only that even now as I write this, something nags at me to wake up.But the thing is, I am already awake. Wide awake. Because every time I sleep, I dream of myself in a hospital bed, my mother gripping my hand as she begs and prays that I wake up. I see my father pacing the room, eyes tightly shut as he mumbles under his breath. I see my little sister sobbing as she asks me, why won't you wake up? I miss you. I see my older brother searching possible cures on his phone, and him whispering to me,...
Submitted to Contest #90
Hands folded. Back straight. Eyes staring forward. Suitcase tucked under a pair of neat, gloved hands.Azalea blinks; sixteen blinks per minute.Her heartbeat thrums in her chest; seventy-three beats a minute.The train rolls steadily on.The window beside her displays rolling meadows and vibrant forests far in the distance, a vivid cerulean sky boasting cotton-wisp clouds.Azalea's violet eyes never stray from the invisible point on the train seat across from her.The booth itself is rather spacey; there's enough space for two people to sit comfo...
Submitted to Contest #81
A candle is lit. It flickers, the warm glow dancing over the walls and table. After a moment's hesitation, a hasty breath blows it out. And for a moment, there is darkness, interrupted only by the bright moon and pinprick stars that poke twinkling holes in the fabric of night. The candle is relit. This time, the flame is steady. A reluctant hand lights another candle. Another, another, another. The same hands pull an intricately decorated vase from its packaging. It's placed at the center of the table. Two perfect roses are slipped into the ...
Submitted to Contest #80
(A/N: this is purposely written the way that it is written; I promise my grammar isn't actually as deteriorated as this)---- "People stopped trying to fix problems and just tried to outlive them." - Ready Player One, by Ernest Cline.---------2/8/2097SO WOW.Stuff happened today!I was late for school, but when I got on the bus, my professor for my first lecture was there lol. looked like he was making the presentation for the class in the fly lmaooooo.And he gave us a friggin pop quiz, which honestly? idk if i did well or not.Whatever. It's no...
(This does not follow any specific timeline) Name: Lyria Askoff, the paper reads. Parents: Isaac Askoff (presumed dead) and Nyla Askoff (dead) Hometown: Cliffwood Township (destroyed during the Fourth Bombing) Other Affiliations/Relatives: Unknown The man sighs, flipping the page over to skim over the first few categories.Age: 5 (Birthday: 5/11/2081)Height: 3'11 Weight: 58 lbs Eye Color: Brown Hair Color: Brown He clicks his tongue, shaking his head.What a shame. The rich and powerful start these wars, and the poor and weak have to pay the ...
Submitted to Contest #78
"How boring." "Will you shut up? We haven't even started yet." "Woman, you're trying to get me, Luke Anthes, to read. What makes you think you'll be successful?" I glare at him. "Wanna die?" He puts his hands up in mock surrender and makes a face. For a moment, I consider my mother's assortment of kitchen knives she keeps on display not five feet away. "Bold actions for someone so shamefully unarmed," I growl. "Aw, I know you, Ikah. You wouldn't hurt a fly." "A fly is innocent and doesn't deserve to suffer. I'd send it to the afterlif...
Submitted to Contest #74
(Tw: death) Ten.Were humans really this weak? Were we always so powerless?Terror spikes through me as I sprint, my breaths coming in shallow gasps. My heart flutters wildly against my chest. Blood pumps through my aching legs and arms. Tears of fear and desperation squeeze from my eyes, blurring my vision. Nine.The earth rumbles behind me. I hear a laugh.TInkling. Bloodthirsty. Malicious.My muscles burn. Resentment simmers in my stomach, fury blazes through me. Fury at my helplessness, my weakness, my powerlessness. Eight.Anticipation and a ...
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