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My whole life, I had simply believed that I had poor memory recall. I do, my pediatrician diagnosed me at seven years old. I couldn’t remember the names of my medications after I’d just been told, what I had for breakfast the day before, or what I did in school that day. I started carrying around a black notebook to write in to help me remember things. As you can imagine, my parents, teachers, and doctors became concerned and frustrated. Some were convinced I was lazy, some pretending, and some that I must have had an awful illness of some k...
Submitted to Contest #92
When Jillian moved to the small town of Smithville, she was hoping for a new start. The house she moved into could only be described as having charm. She had rented it cheap. The home had two bedrooms, one bath, a small living room, a kitchen, and an attic. Since it was just her, it was more than enough house. The paint was chipped in places, the wooden floors creaked and were hazardously uneven in some places, and who knew the last time the foundation, electric, or plumbing had been looked at. Jillian knew the first time it rained, the roof...
Submitted to Contest #58
Cold sweat began to drip down Greyson’s face as the elevator came to a sudden, jerking halt and the lights above began to flicker. There was only one other person on the elevator with him, an elderly woman who was standing against the back wall, seemingly completely unbothered by the sudden grinding halt. There was also an empty gurney that one of the staff members had left. Greyson hated elevators, but this particular afternoon, he was running late for a job interview he had hoped would be a new start for him. “This has to be some kind of o...
Submitted to Contest #49
The dimmed lights in the hallway connecting the waiting room to the rest of the hospital signaled throughout the building that visiting hours were over. This dimming was meant to create a quiet and peaceful feeling for the patients and loved ones staying overnight. To trick the mind into allowing sleep to come easier. For Victoria, the darkened hallway felt like a bad omen. Unable to sit any longer and with no appetite, she began to pace. She was one of five people sitting in the hard plastic chairs waiting for someone to...
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