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Submitted to Contest #117
Trigger Warning: Mentioning of death. Parentage is and has always been an important factor in who you are and who you will become. For some, having a "high-class" father would give them comfort and riches. However, for myself and my siblings that is not exactly the case. Living in a deep cavern, with dripping water and cold rock and dirt floors is not something one would expect with our parentage. Feeling like a hidden secret as your mother and father come and go as they please, not allowing you out of your own desolate space. That's ...
Submitted to Contest #115
Communication is key, I remember my caseworker telling me. The scene plays out in my head vividly. She sat in the driver's seat of her little black sedan clutching the steering wheel as though I may try to take it from her at any second. It was almost amusing watching her eyes dart here and there as she navigated the interstate. I pretended to ignore her as I played on my phone in the passenger seat. "You know that, right Lilly," she asked turning a quisitive look towards me. "Communication can be the difference between finding a home and...
Submitted to Contest #113
You know when adults tell you that you should probably think before you do? At times, they're not wrong.The rain beat down on the hood of my car, feeling the warm heat coming from the vents coupled with the lingering smell of cigarettes gave me this weird feeling of invincibility. I'm young, I'm brilliant, and I'm invincible! At least for the moment. Driving home from the party that night seemed easy enough, I hadn't had much to drink and we only lived a quick two minutes away, what could go wrong?Just as the thought entered my brain the uni...
Submitted to Contest #81
Present: The tears were warm running down Cheyenne's cheeks, the argument still fresh in her head and ears. Closing her eyes, she laid her head down on her soft cotton pillow and clutched her fluffy pink blanket to her chest. Slowly she felt herself slip into a tumultuous kind of sleep. Dream: Slamming lockers and squeaky tennis shoes surrounded a very nervous and lost Cheyenne. Although her mother helped her make sure her ponytail was in the perfect spot she had already managed to get it to her shoulders. The jet black curls turning into ...
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