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Submitted to Contest #104
“Are you coming tonight?” “Sarah…” “No. I will not take no for an answer. Enough is enough, okay? I gave you a few days to cry and stay in bed in sweatpants and eat pizza, and now it’s over. Get up!” “That was harsh,” I say as I drag my legs over the side of the bed and sit up. Sarah has her arms crossed at this point, and I stare daggers at her fingers tapping against her upper arm. “I’m going.” “Go faster,” she says as she grabs my arm and pulls me off the bed. “We are going to have a great time tonight!” I feel like sh...
I stand in the bathroom sink desperately trying to get all the blood out of the creases of my hands and out from underneath my fingernails. I look in the mirror to see my wide eyes and open mouth, still breathing heavy after the night’s events. I glance to the right to distract myself by staring at the crack in the wall. I almost wish for an earthquake to widen the crack and have the ceiling cave in and bury me. Looking back down at my hands I see that they are still red, but now they’re red from me scrubbing them too hard and not fr...
Submitted to Contest #99
“Higgins, you’re going to be on corridor four. Don’t worry, the ones down there aren’t too crazy. Corridor three is the one to watch out for though, so you might hear some screams. Schwartzman, you’re on two. Everybody else, business as usual. Any questions?” Higgins opened his mouth to ask the first of a dozen questions when Stevens slammed the clipboard back on the counter and said, “Good!” before he turned around and walked back to his office. “Hey, don’t sweat it, man. Corridor four is an easy one.” Higgins looked over to...
Submitted to Contest #96
Content warning: hints of suicidal thoughts or drug use I walk into the guest room. His room. No. The guest room. It’s just a guest room now. But a guest room is supposed to be impersonal. It should be decorated so that anyone could sleep here. And yet I couldn’t bring myself to throw anything out. I couldn’t even paint the walls or buy different sheets. He always hated when I told him to clean his room. Then he got even madder when I would lose patience and clean it for him. All those times I walked by and got anno...
Submitted to Contest #95
TW: domestic abuse “What do you want for dinner tonight, Liv?” Ryan asks me without even looking at me. “I don’t know. Whatever you want.” “We could try that new place down on 5th. I think it’s Italian. You love Italian, right?” “Yep, love Italian.” I hate Italian. “Are you hearing me, babe?” he’s starting to get annoyed. “Yeah, sorry, I’m just distracted.” I glance up from my phone for just a second before scrolling back through the message, willing it to change. “Well put your phone down so we can go have a r...
Submitted to Contest #89
As I walk up to the New York City high rise for the last time I look up towards the top. I remember my first day here when I was so out of my comfort zone being in the big city. I was surrounded by hundreds of strangers and huge buildings. I had never seen anything like this. My small town didn’t exactly have skyscrapers. I remember gazing upwards to see how tall my building was, and I couldn’t even see the top. All there was to see was blue skies and the blinding sunlight just beginning to peek in through the cracks in the skyline. Don’t ge...
Submitted to Contest #88
Today’s the day. The one I’ve been dreading. I can’t believe I couldn’t figure out a way to get out of this, but they’re already on their way. Every eligible man within a hundred miles will be coming to the palace ball tonight for my eighteenth birthday. Any other princess would probably be thrilled about this special day, but I would literally rather be anywhere else. I’ve never even been invited to another princess’s suitor ball, so I don’t know what to expect. Of course my mom has drilled the schedule into my brain, but I don’t feel prep...
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