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Submitted to Contest #52
we seek for hope.but it died long long ago.so we knowthat it hasn’t just disappearedof its own accordnowe killed it.murdered it in cold blooddragged its lifeless bodyout of our livesand buried it under the mound of dirtthat we call life.but for some reasonwe still search for it. we still mount the podiums and tell the people who follow usthat there is a hope.right?as ifwe hadn’t killed it years ago.so now we run in circles.try to jump over the hurdlesthat were placed in our wayby the lies we told ourselves.attempt to...
Submitted to Contest #51
The sweet smell of morning dew rushes into my lungs as I gather a deep breath of the cool air surrounding me. Conner’s friends live here, I think to myself. Conner lives here. As I perch on the top step of his front porch, my legs ache from pumping on the pedals of my bike, the sounds of his mother’s cooking filling my head. Behind me, the screen door creaks open, and Conner joins me on the porch. He does nothing for a while, nothing but stare up into the cloudless sky, crouching with his arms resting on his slightly grass-stained knees. His...
Submitted to Contest #50
I climb up the ladder nailed to the old tree in my parents’ backyard. The nails hang out of the wood and I give them a worried glance, wondering if they will give way or hold my weight. I’ve put on quite a few pounds since I was last here. The golden treehouse - that we built as a family years ago - towers over me, blocking the sun from stinging my eyes. As I scale the few rungs that it takes to reach the top, the memories of bounding up this same ladder as a 7-year-old girl with pigtails and striped bows flash before me. It brings a smile t...
Submitted to Contest #49
September 1st, 2048It’s raining. I can see the droplets from my cell window, watch them fall from the sky. Whenever it rains, I press my hand to the window, believing that if I push hard enough, the glass will break, and I’ll be free. It never happens. But it’s at least comforting to know that someone is crying with me.It’s been so long since I’ve felt the drip of rain on my skin. Since the chilly wisps of wind have stroked my face. Since the scent of warm cheese pizza has tickled my nostrils. The only smell here is ...
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