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Submitted to Contest #102
The journey back seemed to last longer than I remembered. I hadn't been here in decades-- I hadn't watched the way the world changed from inside of this bubble. Instead I was a part of a different world-- a city that changed daily-- even hourly at times. I had become used to the pace of my city, but now coming back all I wanted was the simplicity of these moments. The predictability of it all. I turned the car onto the street I had known so well-- for so long, and began to get nervous. Would I remember it the way it had been? ...
Submitted to Contest #100
It seemed so simple. The idea of making pancakes had always seemed like such an easy thing for me when I was a kid. I grew up watching my parents make them. My sister made them. And as I got older I saw my friends and roommates make them. But now, as I stood in front of the mixing bowl, I realized there was something in me that must be broken, because the simplest of instructions made no sense to me. In all honesty, I had never cooked for myself. I was and have always been a big fan of the frozen meals and if any accountant looked at my...
Submitted to Contest #83
I've heard of immediate gratification before. I've heard colleagues, friends and family talk about how it's freeing-- the way your entire body collapses and releases endorphins— all the tension releasing from your shoulders and chest. I didn't know this life-- this feeling. As with all things, I was always cautious and waited and overanalyzed every purchase in life. But finally, in that moment, I knew the way that the rest of the world felt. With a ring from my phone, confirming my flight and hotel accommodations, my all inclusive vacation t...
Submitted to Contest #79
Justin left me ruined, left me in my loneliness, left me as a part of a whole forever. We were born on August 4, 1982. Him first and then I followed a minute later. I guess you could say that was the tone of our relationship, the way we were seen by our family, the way that the world would regard us. Our parents were ordinary— extremely ordinary; the only part of their lives that were out of the box were us— the twins. Mom didn’t have twins in her family and dad couldn’t remember if he had either. But somehow here we were— Justin...
Submitted to Contest #77
Wake up. Start a fire. Heat water for tea. Sit. Write. Wake up. Start a fire. Heat water for tea. Sit. Write. Wake up. Start a fire. Heat water for tea. Sit. Write. There’s a rhythm to the routine. A stillness with the days now. The days seem to blend into one another. I thought about bringing a dog up here with me. I thought about the possibility of a dog. I thought that this might be the right time. But stopped myself. I realized that solitude meant just that— solitude. No people, no contact, no animals— just my own self absolutely a...
Submitted to Contest #75
TW: mention of gun violence The sunlight bled through the windows as I awoke. Laying in a large white bed with white sheets and pillows I felt a light breeze travel in from the window that had been open just so. Although I had no idea what season it was, I could tell that there was a change in the air that filled the room. The smell of when seasons change and click; that's the familiar smell I recalled. There was a calmness in the air that felt familiar, all of this felt familiar— strange though as I had no idea where and wh...
Submitted to Contest #36
May 20,2050 It’s been some time since I’ve sat with you. I apologize. Life has gotten a hold of me and all of a sudden our relationship has become secondary. Still, no excuses for the absence, as it is you that I have to thank for these lovely distractions. Remembering when I first met you seems so long ago. The first time my mother handed you to me reminds me why and how I am here now. I was only 6 then and she told me— “Here, this is your journal. This is a place for you to write what you are thinking, feeling and whatever else y...
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