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!Authors note! I really hope you enjoy this one! TW:// PHYSICAL ABUSE AND SEXUAL VIOLENCE Note: To understand the timeline, consider the following: her past is in italics her present is in normal letters My ears are ringing. I could feel the pain spreading through my body rapidly. The glass shards below me were piercing my skin, and even though I knew I was bleeding, I couldn’t move. My father had a job that required our family to move around a lot, so it came as no surprise to me the day he told me to pack up as we were out on th...
Authors note// hello everyone! my first author’s note! Just felt the need to address that there are a lot of borrowed quotes in this story, so I’ll be mentioning the magnificent writers below so you can check out their work. Enjoy! Looking at the old couple in the choked up crowded coach of this part of the train, I picture us becoming like them. I did that before. I still do it now. I still believe she’s still with me, no matter the space between us. I had been so occupied with my thoughts; I hadn’t really let my environment sink in. I...
Submitted to Contest #89
trigger warning//suicide I was what the books referred to as the mean girl. The girl with the brilliant looks, amazing blonde hair, rich parents, good body and heels always at the ready. I had all the boys down the block knocking at my door. Played those I had an interest in and always got what I wanted. I had my posse who were always at my beck and call and saw myself as better than those around me. They could call me names, but they all wanted to be me. Aside from the stereotypical nonsense, I also had stereotypical issues. My parents ne...
Submitted to Contest #71
Even now, looking through the assortment of baked goods set out across the living room, I breathe in the heavenly smell, its mesmerizing aroma hypnotizing me for a minute. My long flowing burgundy sequin dress flows after me as I fix the roses in the vase below the family portrait. My mother is before the fireplace, her once bright blue eyes now a dull grey, the empty voids staring blankly at the fire. The effects of Alzheimer’s clear on my mother’s features. She would have taken a bite at the chocolate-filled croissants and stuffed a jam ba...
Submitted to Contest #70
I knew exactly how things were going to end; I knew the trap I was setting for myself. I should have backed out when I had my suspicions, but I didn’t. I let it play on like a long-lasting movie. A videotape, forever to keep rolling. Now I stared at a blank screen, the suspense and thrill of the story gone. The truth’s exposed. I could feel the room turning and my sanity seeping from me. I was on dangerous grounds. I was at the gates of hell. Or at least I felt like I was. I hadn’t done a bad thing, so said the crooked, misshapen society...
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