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Submitted to Contest #86
Do you remember the day of your first deployment? I clung to you, unwilling to let you go. All I could think about was what if you didn’t make it back, what if this was the last time I saw you, what if this was the last day that we were us and after that, it was just me. I told you through tears and sniffles what I was thinking about. You held me tighter and I wanted to stay like that forever, in your arms, the safest place in the world. You placed me down on the couch and walked over to the kitchen. I could hear you moving things aro...
Submitted to Contest #70
“Hi, I’m Brad and I’m an alcoholic. I’m also an addict. Today, I’ve completed two years of sobriety. Two years since I checked out of rehab. I don’t count the period that I was in there because I had no other option but to remain sober. But after that last day in rehab? That’s all me. Most of you here have heard my story. But for those who don’t, my rock-bottom, my breaking point, was the day I almost killed my wife. It’s funny, you know? I was high and drunk at the time. I didn’t even realize what I had done till the next night. And yet, th...
Submitted to Contest #68
The setting sun shone bright over the edges of the lake. Crimson and gold hues lit up the entire landscape. Brady and I walked hand-in-hand towards the lake shore. We spread the blanket over the lush green grass that covered the ground and sat down. We both knew that we had a lot to say to each other, but time was running out. And yet, I refused to bring up the topic. Instead I cuddled into his side, the same as I had done every day since we were fourteen years old and reveled in the comfort of his arms. He sighed contently and pulled me clo...
Submitted to Contest #67
She caught you one day, doing lines of coke on your kitchen table while your four-year-old slept two doors down. She had known about your addiction for months now. You had fought about it many times before. Your parents, your sisters, even your friends had tried in vain to intervene. But this time, it was different. This time was the first time that you had gotten high in the home that you shared with her. She had reached her limit. She couldn’t take it anymore. She got up in your face whispering angrily, desperate to try and make you see se...
Submitted to Contest #66
Dear Noah, You don’t have to do this. Do you understand me? You. Don’t. Have. To. Do. This. Stop it. Just come back. We’ll figure out another way. We always do, don’t we? So, stop acting like a stubborn ass and just come back. I know what you’re planning to do. You’ve blocked my calls, you’re ignoring all my messages, you’ve even blocked my emails. So, I’m writing this letter to you as one last attempt at talking you out of this insane plan. I know what you’re going to say. That you have to do this. That we have no other option. But pl...
Submitted to Contest #65
“Hi darling.” “Hey, Tori.” “I’m here. Just like we had decided. Our longstanding date night. Today, our youngest left for college.” “You remembered,” I breathed, not caring that she couldn’t hear me. She didn’t even know I was here. And yet, here she was, just like we had agreed the day the twins were born. The night we were going to spend together, a couple of empty nesters, alone at last after twenty-four years with three kids. She carried a picnic basket in one hand and a blanket in the other. She spread the blanket on the grass and opene...
“Come on Lexi! We had an agreement.” I sighed in exasperation, “That was before you died, doofus.” “Alive, dead… does it really matter?” my brother shrugged. I felt like standing against the wall and repeatedly banging my head on it. Carrying on a conversation with Luke often made me feel like it. And not for the most obvious reason. He was twenty four years old, well twenty three when he passed. But he still acted like a three year old. “How are people ever going to get that I’m Lilo when they can’t see Stitch huh? They’re just gonna th...
Submitted to Contest #64
Trigger warning. There were eighteen of them, huddled up in different corners, not making eye contact with each other.The younger ones tried to move closer to the older girls seeking refuge. Their immature minds told them that they could trust the older girls. They weren’t bad like the men who prowled free outside the tiny, windowless room. No, these girls were victims like them, but they were older. Surely, they would know what to do.Kiara was once just like them. A child who waited for the older girls to take her in their arms, tell her e...
Submitted to Contest #63
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. The red and golden hues of autumn were a welcome relief from the monotonous green lawns that existed within the four walls of the place I had called home for the last 8 months. I heard the massive wrought iron gate swing shut behind me as I closed my eyes, relishing in the feel of the sunlight falling on my face. There a was different smell in the air, one I hadn't smelled in 8 months. Pumpkin spice, I wondered? No, it was freedom. My contemplative thoughts were broken by a blonde cann...
“Anna, how does this one look?” Minerva said as she thrust her hands in my direction trying to show me what she was holding. “It looks amazing, all juicy and ripe,” I replied. “You should try making an Apple Cinnamon Pie. My kids love it. I add just a little bit of peanut butter to give it that creaminess. Oh wait, Craig's allergic to peanuts, right? Damn! Well anyway, Craig will still love whatever you’re going to do with it.” She didn’t answer, just shrugged and looked down at her feet, refusing to make eye contact with me. She knew that I...
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