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Submitted to Contest #321
This is a letter about revenge. No, maybe it’s about acceptance. Or maybe self love, rising above, and being the better person. Or maybe, it’s about revenge.You know that moment when you learn something that changes your entire perspective on something you thought you knew? That moment when your entire body goes on high alert, you can feel your heart beating, tightening, expanding, and memories fly by your vision one after the other as you relive them in this new light? And it’s never a happier, prettier light. It’s a shade darker, more hate...
Submitted to Contest #319
Dear whoever is reading this, I know what you’re thinking. That I’m a lying cheat who deserves everything she got, curse included. I wasn’t trying to damn everyone in exile. It just happened that way. Accidentally, I promise. While you probably don’t trust me, yet, please be open to the story I am about to tell, because this is the only time I’m going to get to tell it, and if you don’t listen, we may all be cursed forever. That was dramatic, I mean I’ll be cursed, and everyone else will be in danger. This story starts the way most fairytale...
Submitted to Contest #244
The woman in the picture smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. She stood suspended in a moment of clarity and joy, arm draped around her friend’s shoulders, posing in an almost desperate way that guided the attention to her figure. The pair stood outside a local bar, dressed like any other woman in her early 20s about to go to the same place they go every weekend. Their night was likely filled with the same dingy guys trying to buy them drinks, and a strong feeling of deja vu. As she stared at the woman in the photo, she saw herself. Q...
Submitted to Contest #231
My life hasn’t always been this bleak. I used to feel the grass on my toes and the sun on my face. I used to feel the leather of a steering wheel under palms and the feeling of control. I used to go to bed every night thinking about my friends and what I would do with them on the weekend. I used to be alive. Now I am just living. He took me when my life was about to begin. When I could remember the feeling of a warm embrace from my mom, and the sound of my dad’s laugh. It was the summer before my freshman year of college. I had just graduat...
Submitted to Contest #219
I'm not afraid of death, I'm afraid of dying. Whatever happens after I leave this Earth, that's between me and whoever, whatever is up there (if there even is anything up there). Even the idea of winking out of existence, my consciousness lost to the wind, doesn't fear me. But dying a painful death, that does. And at this moment, it is all I can think about as I am running. Running so impossibly slow, like sludging through a dreamlike state of water and mud. They are gaining on me absurdly fast as my body locks up with fear, wishing I was on...
Submitted to Contest #181
Have you ever heard of Plato’s Allegory of the Cave? If you haven’t, I’ll spell it out for you in the most rudimentary way possible. You’re in the cave, meaning you only see an imitation of the truth. You are in the dark, living your life through fake shadows. If you venture outside the cave, you will be blinded by the truth, but then come to accept it. Almost everyone on this Earth is inside the cave, only the truly amazing and ethically correct will be curious enough to drag themselves out. This allegory of the cave can be used as a metaph...
Submitted to Contest #145
I knew something was off before I opened my eyes. As I pulled my consciousness up from the depths of my dreamless sleep, I could feel the itchy, foreign clothes on my body. Something wasn’t right. The sensation of a pair of eyes watching me made me shiver and I snapped awake ready to fight. Heart beating fast with adrenaline, I sat up in bed with my hands in front of me, shielding me, but what I saw was even worse. This was not my room. This was not my bed. Those weren’t my windows or my clothes. I didn’t know where I was. I could feel the ...
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