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Submitted to Contest #102
Author note, Trigger warning, explores emotions following a miscarriage. They say third time lucky, but as the survivor of three miscarriages I could definitely bust that particular saying. Is survivor too dramatic a word? No, I don’t feel it is. I mean, no my life hadn’t been at stake, or had it? Maybe not in a physical way, but emotionally it definitely was, as each loss had taken me closer to the brink, I often worried that each loss was erasing a little piece of me, and what would finally be left? And what of the future ...
Submitted to Contest #101
She'd first seen the mirror, whilst hurrying home from work, and as she’d climbed onto her bus, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. It had stood out from all the other junk that had been crammed together to form a dated bridal display in the charity shop’s window. Nothing like the look she was planning on having for her own wedding, she mused. Then recalled her disappointment when studying her reflection in the gym that morning, as her body was not yet perfect enough to where the tube of silk she had her dreams staked...
Submitted to Contest #100
“You should see the roses darling.” Sue paused trying to think of the right expression, “Well their coming up rosy” she finished with a smile. Rising from her crouching position she grimaced as her knees clicked and her back protested. Still, looking down at the immaculate grave she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of satisfaction. Brian, in life had always been a tidy man, it was only right that she made the weekly trek to ensure his grave was maintained. “Perhaps I will bring a few next week. Not too many mind.” she hastily added, rememberi...
Submitted to Contest #97
She’d always liked the house, from as far back as she could recall. End of terrace, with it’s own little front garden, that housed an array of rose bushes that smelled divine to the passer by. It’s location good, set opposite the park, and on quiet road, that saw little passing traffic.It had first caught her attention, upon one of the first solo walks home from school, after moving up into the juniors. It had been one of those glorious Indian summer September afternoons, when she had paused to look longingly at the park, drawn by the sounds...
Submitted to Contest #90
(Author note Trigger alert this story explores life, death, the grieving process and alternative beliefs.)When did I first realise that I needed to break away from conventional religion?That’s a hard one. I guess it didn’t come as a sudden break, but more as a slow erosion.I’ve heard some people refer to religion as a `faith` whilst others refer to it as a `belief`. I guess for the first part of my life I fell into the former camp, my religion was my faith. I followed in my mother’s footsteps, quite literally, without any pause to rea...
Submitted to Contest #89
`Hello, you’ve come through to Angelic Guidance, Crystal speaking. Do you have a question today?` `The usual` Kim replied a little tersely, thinking that after five years of quarterly readings, she would hope that Crystal had enough psychic ability to warrant this question unnecessary. `And that is?` Crystal prompted, making Kim wonder if perhaps it was time to switch psychics. `Love` she replied despondently, the word sounding more like a heavy sigh. A moment of almost silence followed, only the slight rustling of ca...
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