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Submitted to Contest #105
The woman fumbled with the door, her shaking hands struggling with the handle. A dark curl fell in front of her eyes. She didn’t attempt to move it, welcoming it as a hiding place for her tear-stained face.Inside, the place was dead quiet. The clock had just struck two in the morning and tiredness was begging to set in. Both the man behind the desk and the one standing guard next to the door noticed her right away. Their eyes followed her silhouette. The tight dress and red high heels made her the most interesting person to walk into the sta...
Submitted to Contest #90
It was a dark and stormy night. As they all were. Valerie walked as fast as her feet would allow her. She had given up on trying to protect her clothes from the furious raindrops that soaked her. After all, she walked home in that same weather every day. Over time, she had finally come to terms with the fact that there was no escaping it. The cold was there to stay. When it first started raining on that dreaded Tuesday afternoon, Valerie had tried to outrun it. She had been naive. Saw the drop as nothing more than an inconvenience that...
Submitted to Contest #76
"I can't do this anymore, mom." "Honey..." "No." "Honey, please listen." "Do not call me honey." "Okay, Elizabeth then. Whatever your name is, I need you to listen to me." "Why should I? You've given me no reason to trust you or your word." "That's not fair. I'm your mother. Isn't that enough?" "After all that you've done, you still have the nerve to call yourself my mother?" "Like it or not, Elizabeth, I am your mother." "Not anymore, you're not..." "You're being crazy." "You are not my mother because I am no longer ...
Submitted to Contest #71
God acts in mysterious ways. That's what people always say. I, personally, don’t care much about that old fart. He created life and the universe, who cares? People around the world should be worshipping a person a hell of a lot more important. Cupid. Creator of love. Me. Unfortunately, modern-day folks are anything but smart. They stopped believing in marriage and soulmates. Created dating apps and websites in a futile attempt to replace me. Ha. As if that could happen. Nobody prays to me anymore or asks for my help. To them, I've been reduc...
Submitted to Contest #67
It’s been eight weeks, six days, and approximately three hours since the last time I saw her. My dear sister, with her radiant smile and that awful Christmas sweater she loved so much. Her hair fell down her back, cascading like mine never did. That same hair glowed like a halo around her head in her casket. Even pale and lifeless, she was more beautiful than I ever could. Such a shame, people murmured as I walked by. At school, on the street, even at the funeral. She was such a lovely young lady; the star of the Gonzalez family. I got real...
Submitted to Contest #64
It looked like any other dirt road, ugly and unkempt. Tall trees surrounded it, their trunks dark as the night. Very few dared to venture down that road. Only the bold, seeking fame and praises, and the stupid, with nothing to lose. And of the ones who did, not one came back. In fact, there was not a single person alive that had gone through that place and lived to tell their tale. You see, the road was haunted. No bodies were ever found, though that may be since no one dared go to that place to look for them. As soon as the ...
Submitted to Contest #55
Trigger warning: suicidal thoughts No matter his intelligence, nobody seemed to appreciate Simon. Even worse, the majority of the student body wasn’t even aware of his existence. Known as the tall guy, which was very understandable when you are 6’7 in a sea of dwarfs. The problem wasn’t his height; it was the fact that he had so many other amazing qualities and nobody seemed to care. In high school, everybody thought he was amazing. He received nothing but praises daily. “That kid is going places,” his History teacher used to s...
Submitted to Contest #54
I stared at my reflection in the mirror and scrunched my nose. My damn hair didn't want to keep in place! I ran my fingers through it, trying to calm it down, but it still ended up looking like I had just gotten out of bed. And not in the bad boy way rock stars wore it. "Stop it right now," I commanded. It was not shocking when my hair didn't obey, but it was no less frustrating. I let out a scream. Why was this happening now? I had my jacket on, my best shoes on my feet, and ten minutes to spare before leaving so I would be fashionably late...
Submitted to Contest #52
I closed my eyes to stop the world from spinning. The lights, the people, the sounds, they all blurred together before me, making me dizzy. I knew I shouldn't have done those last shots. l looked down at my legs, my poor feet suffering inside those damn heels. I wanted to rip them off and set them on fire, but I wasn't going to risk walking barefoot. Though I didn't regret anything that had happened in the last six hours, I knew that was going to change. Tomorrow, I would wake up with my feet full of blisters, an awful hangover, and some lig...
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