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Submitted to Contest #86
A rush of white. Doctors’ voices are drowned out by my racing thoughts. Max is in a stretcher being raced to the emergency room. Doctors are holding me back from running to him. My throat burns. Max is receding from my vision.The doctors manage to get me back into the waiting room. They are speaking to me but I don’t know what they are saying. They sit me down in a chair. I am silent. One moment I see a spinning white walled room and the next I can’t see anything as my vision blurs and cold tears make their path down my cheeks.At some point ...
Submitted to Contest #85
NOTE: Trying something new: historical fiction! I don’t know if it is really my style but it was interesting to play with. Also, while I was in the process of writing this, I realized how this story may come off as condescending to a specific country (who I am afraid of if I name now will spoil a bit later). I have nothing against them; anything negative about them are purely interesting historical conspiracies I had found while doing my research and my own creative spin on that. I have no idea if anyone would actually take offense to it, bu...
Submitted to Contest #84
With one last stroke of red with my brush, I complete my piece. I gaze all over the painting in admiration and jealousy of what I could have, but never will: experiencing the world. Or at the very least learning in a real classroom. For the past almost 18 years of the pandemic, known as COVID-19, my Mom and I have lived inside this bunker in the woods to stay safe. Mom always said how it was best this way, everyone isn’t safe enough and mingles despite what is going on around them. I understand the concern, but I can’t help but wonder what ...
Submitted to Contest #83
The slight downward pull of the plane's descent is the only thing to break me out of my reverie, along a very giddy Brooklyn next to me. “Aria!” she waves her hand in front of my face. “Spacing out again? What exactly about the trip has gotten you in such a head space?”I turn my head to see her face holding genuine interest. “What do you think? We are going to Italy, no one is going to know me there so I can completely be myself and not have to worry so much. I seriously need to learn to be more confident. It won’t be too bad though if ...
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