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Submitted to Contest #52
I thought he was dead. He was buried on Main Street, in the cemetery, next to my mother and father. He hadn’t deserved to die, of course, most never do. I, in all honesty, had never gotten over it, it all happened so quick, but it had happened. A sudden heart attack. And I was left without any family. I’d resorted to staying in bed all day, barely eating. People had come by telling me to open the door, but I never did. There was no point in it, no point for me to be happy when someone that I loved had died. And in a painful way. And I just c...
Submitted to Contest #51
Jillian looked up at the stars. They were bright and, for once, she could actually see them. It only took a trip to her aunt’s country farm house to finally see nature at its finest. Figures. But she always found good things in bad circumstances. She couldn’t help a tear escaping from her eye and trailing down her face. What was really good about this? What could she find in her life right now to be proud of? What could she find happiness in? Was there really anything to look forward to? ...
Submitted to Contest #50
Theo was getting married. Beautiful wife, smart too, her name was Rebecca, and he loved her dearly. They’d been dating for two years, engaged for a month, not even. No one could believe how quickly they’d gotten married. Everyone was happy, though; they were such a cute couple. It was so obvious that they were in love and happy, most were honestly surprised it hadn’t happened sooner. Oliver was miserable. Oliver had loved Theo for years. Ever since they met, actually. It was in college, they were both majori...
It was the summer of ‘68. Just a hot, breezy day. Abigail and her best friend, Sarah, were sitting in her treehouse, watching the day go by just like they did every day that summer. As she looked out the window, the wind swept up her strawberry blonde curls and tossed them in front of her face. She only smiled. “Hey, Abigail,” she heard quietly from behind her, “whatcha looking at out there?” Abigail plopped onto the ground next to Sarah, wincing as she felt the wood underneath her and the sharp pain that went through her. I should kno...
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