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Submitted to Contest #275
I feel different. Not good. Not bad. Just different. My Mom and I were having so much fun. She would throw the ball. I would chase it, grab it, and run back to them. We play this game every day and I look forward to it. But today was different. I thought I’d just go a little farther down the street - only for a second! I saw something move across the road, a shadow I wanted to chase, and I didn’t think about the loud fast things that sometimes went by. I never meant to make them sad. I didn’t want this. The w...
Hazel slumped over a pile of old, leather-bound books in the dimly lit corner of the university library. She didn’t know how long she had been there, surrounded by the scent of dust and worn paper, with only the soft flicker of a desk lamp casting an amber glow on her face. Her hair is disheveled, and dark circles deepen under her eyes, which have grown heavy with exhaustion as she pores over yet another dense text. Her hand rests limply on a highlighter, which she hasn’t used in a least fifteen minutes as the words blur and swim before her....
Submitted to Contest #272
I need to wash the blood off. I need to get rid of her. I need to forget that any of this has happened. I stare down at her. Her body awkwardly sprawled, as if it had fallen and never found peace. Her once flawless skin had taken on a bluish-gray hue under the fading light, giving her an otherworldly appearance. What looked to be blacken roots began to engorge her skin. A once-vibrant face was now hollowed and slack, lips slightly parted, as if caught mid-sentence. Tendrils of a black mist enveloped her body. Covering her until s...
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