Sarah Demary

“Lucile’s Star ” by Sarah Demary

Submitted to Contest #51

I heard her call to me from above. I store up at the sky, trying to pinpoint exactly which star it was. Eventually, I found it and she continued to speak to me. She had such a familiar, angelic voice.  “Be careful, Danny.” She whispered, as if trying to warn me about something.  Then suddenly, the ...

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“Deception” by Sarah Demary

Submitted to Contest #51

Josie never understood how people could expect the unexpected because she certainly couldn't. Why couldn't I have known about this sooner? Why couldn't I have seen right through his pretty face? Is what she asked herself every day when remembering who put her there, who ruined her life, her future. She lost everything. She can never run again, she will never be looked at the sam...

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“House of Cards” by Sarah Demary

Submitted to Contest #44

I’m a curse…but I do try and forget that while I am at work.  I bob my head to drake’s new song, as it played throughout the speakers in the bar. I was bent over the counter, wiping away, enjoying life. Well, for now. At work and at school, the only two places where I can seem to be happy. Other than that I am a wreck. Those who know me tend to stay away and those that don’t are recommended to stay away. I’m that black cat that everyone dreads, the ladder that no one wants to walk under, the missing 13th floor in b...

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“Treachery” by Sarah Demary

Submitted to Contest #44

“Goodbye Alex,” Nikki says, as she pasts me in my car and crosses the street.  “Goodbye?” I ask confused. “What do you mean goodbye?”  She says nothing.  “Nikki!” I shout, trying to get my deranged girlfriend’s attention. “Get in the car.” She says nothing though and makes no effort to get in my car. She doesn’t even look at me, not once. Instead, she just continues to trudge through the shallow puddles, upon the sidewalks, getting her dark flip flops soaked and wet. It’s not th...

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“Me, Myself and him” by Sarah Demary

Submitted to Contest #43

  My mom says that there isn’t anything that I can’t do, that I am the smartest person she’s ever known, but I don’t feel that way. Decisions, decisions, decisions; that is one of my biggest responsibilities in life. However, I feel that the decisions that I make never benefit me. The decisions I make are to either please my mom or just plain stupid. My entire grade 12 year I’d spent it making decisions as to what I want to do, what I want to be, where I want to achieve it and who I want by my side when I’ve ach...

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“Ghost Boy” by Sarah Demary

Ghost Boy Today, it was a very fun day. It was actually one of my best days. I can’t wait to tell the other kids in my grade two class, that I made a new friend and that I was a ghost boy for a day.  It all started, when my momma woke me up at eight in the morning to eat breakfast. She made me my favourite: eggs and chocolate pancakes with extra syrup. Oh, and I had a big glass of milk too. I love milk, especially with chocolate pancakes!  After breakfast, I took a bubble bath with all my favourite toys. My...

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“Anomaly ” by Sarah Demary

Submitted to Contest #42

Shattered. Now that is one way of describing how I feel, as I stare intently at my reflection in front of me; into the mirror that is also shattered. Shattered is what my heart is right now, as I recall the past 12 hours. I feel so ugly, so incomplete, but that must be a very discourteous thing of me think. There are people in much worse conditions, which have more of a reason to consider themselves as less desirable than me. However, I cannot help but feel so troubled by my appearance. The whole left side of my fa...

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“Scars” by Sarah Demary

Submitted to Contest #42

"Miss Rachel, you ready to get your stitches out?" The nurse walks in and asks. My mom runs her hands through my curls and turns to face the nurse and answers for me. "She most definitely is." I've been in the hospital for a week, because of what happened to me last Friday, after my volleyball practice. I learned a lot after last week, especially when it comes to trust.How to start? Oh, well for starters, let's talk about s...

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“Grenade ” by Sarah Demary

Submitted to Contest #42

The skies were miraculous, with all the blends of pinks and blues and the distinct types of shapes that the clouds formed. The last time I was on a plane was five years ago, when I had been first recruited by the army. Every so often my fiancé would visit when she could. Though my fiancé was not at all happy with me having to departure and put myself in danger like that when we had just gotten engaged, and neither was I but I had too. It’s something I had always dreamed of doing when I was a kid. It wasn’t the fact that I’d be shooting pe...

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“Typical Injustice” by Sarah Demary

Submitted to Contest #42

A dark alley…really? Typical. It is as if he wants to be killed. I thought shit like this only happened on television. However, he proves my thoughts wrong, by turning out to be the exact moron in the movies that I watch. Perhaps, he knows that for two weeks I’ve been here, watching him, studying him; trying to figure out how an evil man like him gets to continue to walk this earth. I’ve been living in my car for two weeks, because my mom kicked me out of her house. Actually, I think that I sort of kicked myself out of my moms "house of r...

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