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Submitted to Contest #311
I regret ever speaking to him. The entirety of our exchange has rewired my brain chemistry forever. It’s been an unresolved loop that I doubt shall ever close completely. It was a social experiment at my own expense.I bared pieces of my soul and shared windows into my life readily and eagerly— a rare feat. It’s not often that I mesh with a person, or feel seen-- especially with a stranger online. The earliest of it was the most splendorous, of course. It was a free trial for something unbuyable.I came into it an entire person and made the mi...
Submitted to Contest #309
I always saw it as the whole of humanity participating in this sacred set of rituals without me. A party I was never invited to, but tried desperately to peer into while hidden in a bush.To them, it's normal. To me, it's an exclusive cult. I see it only from my periphery; anytime I try to view it head-on, it vanishes.What's so good about it, anyways? I doubt any fleeting sensation of pleasure could ever override the ridiculousness in the faces, the smells, the noises... I don't want anyone on top of or inside of or under or over me.There's a...
Submitted to Contest #307
It was the dead of night. I couldn’t see anything, and I was trashed, so it took me a while to get the key in. Our house was above average just like all the other homes in our wealthy suburb. When I finally got the key in, the inside was just as dark. I didn’t know where I was stumbling, and then I felt this huge bulbous object against my arm. I knocked it over and an explosion of dust encroached me and all the marbled floor tiles around me. Fuck. Dad’s urn, again.On came the lights. I could feel my mother angrily stomping her way down the s...
Submitted to Contest #302
I don’t understand; what inherently makes me more entitled to living than the moth I just killed? Alone with it now in the dimmed silence of my empty apartment, I feel the makings of a spiritual dilemma all but stirring within me. I quietly resign myself to the inevitable process, bidding myself farewell. Why did I do it? Did I need to? I sink to my knees, centimeters away from the insect strewn now across my rotten wood floors. Now that it’s not buzzing all around in its dizzying quickness I take a good look at it. I realize, I’ve never ...
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