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TRIGGER WARNING I slowly open my eyes, terrified of what I might see, my arms on fire. The man in front of me turns slowly, his eyes locking onto mine for a few seconds before he opens his mouth, I see him speaking but only hear high-pitched screaming in my ears. I shake my head slightly, too scared to speak myself. He frowns for a moment, before turning and pressing a button on the control panel in front of him. The screaming stops, and I let out a small sigh of relief. “My name is Gabriel.” I hear him speak, and respond automat...
Submitted to Contest #58
TRIGGER WARNINGI have a feeling of apprehension as I watch myself trundle my punctured bike through the desolate paths. Even though I already know what happens, I can’t help but look at the same memory over and over again, in case there was something I missed, in case there was someone there who could have rescued me. I’ve been searching for an answer that I just can’t find. The turbulent, stormy grey clouds gathered ominously above me, closing me off from the entire world, causing my hairs to rise and my senses to be heightened, watching th...
Submitted to Contest #40
I watch the shadow behind me, wondering where it came from, why it doesn't have an owner. Then, I think to myself irrationally, "how come, if there is a shadow without an owner, does that mean that there is a person without a shadow??" But I can't be right. Everyone has a shadow. So why is there a shadow without a person? The next day, I walk into school, wondering if I would see the shadow again. I did. But it wasn't the same. Before, it was a fully grown man, with what I believed to be fairly short hair. Now, it was a youngish girl (i...
The Bow The darkness is suffocating, closing the entire world in around me. Velvet against my skin, making me warm, almost comfortable. Yet still, I am frozen inside. I watch the barometer, glowing in the dark, warning me of the pressure changing in time to my heat. The only time I am ever truly warm is when I am with the Rosin, my closest partner-in-crime.Suddenly, hands begin to lift the lid of my enclosure, blinding me to the light outside. Unable to see, I am taken by the person I like the least. My owner. Someone like me doesn’t want t...
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