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Submitted to Contest #259
Rhoslyn inched closer to Maui, so their bodies were mere inches apart as they walked the streets. He glanced at her but said nothing, and his gaze instantly returned to their surroundings. Maui knew she had an issue with being around so many strangers and so would likely assume that’s why she wanted to be close to him. Well, that, and she still lacked confidence in her skills. Which was dangerous for her and anyone she worked with, but it was hard to convince someone who’d never been praised or rewarded for their accomplishments of how good ...
Submitted to Contest #255
CW/TW Animal Death, Grief, Fire, Loss, Mental Hardship, Panic As I ran out the front door to the small house behind us, I could hear a dog scream. My first impulse was to run to the door, but as I got within five feet of the building, my dad called out my name—in that parent tone that brooked no argument—from the other side of the yard. For a split second, I hesitated, but was not in control of my thoughts and actions. It was as if the sight and smell of smoke and fire had activated my primal instincts. And so, I obeyed, even though my heart...
Submitted to Contest #253
TW/CW Vague description of childhood abuse, passing reference to suicide, rape, depiction of anxiety/depression The following story is related to my project Forevermore. Anya walked barefoot along the beach with her husband, Baelfyre. A soft moan escaped her at the feel of the sand between her toes. Her husband chuckled, used to the simplest things making her happy, and then directed her attention to the horizon. She gasped as she saw the red and gold of the sunset decorating the sky and water with gorgeous colors. It took her a few seconds ...
Submitted to Contest #239
TW: This story contains mental health issues, physical violence, and gore. The sights and sounds that decorated the dark skies made me sigh in contentment. I breathed in deeply and moaned at the smell of freshly wet soil. A gust of wind blew past, and I shivered but did not draw my jacket closer. Instead, I removed it and my beanie and tossed them onto the bench as I passed it. For several seconds, I watched as people walked by. Most had umbrellas, but those that did not used whatever they could to protect their heads. Shielded and exposed...
Submitted to Contest #219
This story contains talk of suicide and emotional/mental distressFreshly washed hair was in pigtails, and she wore a cute outfit of leopard print. There were some signs of tears and sleepiness beneath her eyes. There was a smile on her face, and it took all her energy to hide the vacant, hopeless expression that usually filled her eyes. Each step, hell, each breath she took was a major effort for her. When she spoke, her words were soft and to the point, almost as if she was afraid to speak. If approached, she would flinch, step back, and in...
Submitted to Contest #22
RealityI hear my rapid, shallow breathing intensify with my grip on the medicine bottle. Yet again, I try to fight off the doubts filling my mind. The decision I’m about to make isn’t one to be taken lightly. Even if this gets me away from Him, I might never see my daughter again.The bedroom is so dark that I strain to see the time on the clock. For the thousandth time, I find myself questioning why, in this day and age of technology, He didn’t have a Digital Clock.With bars on the window, bolts on the outside of the door, and a passcode for...
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