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Submitted to Contest #230
“You ready?” “Yes,” I say, as I buckle my seat belt, “let’s just get this over with.” To think that I’ve been sat in this same worn-in seat three times prior to today creates a pit of impending doom in my stomach. Although this might be the only time that actually counts, I can’t help but wonder if I should go through with this at all. As if everything that has happened since then is meaningless and without importance. Wondering whether this is really what she wanted- whether going through another round of anguish is worth all the stress.&...
Submitted to Contest #220
TW: Anorexia Nervosa “Are you hungry?” Out of the giant fluffy cloud where I had just gotten the chance to lay my head on, I’m transported into a dark abyss. Waves of color path my vision, as I flow through a whirlwind of tunnels and into the great unknown. A bundle of assorted polygons begin to fill my line of vision as I keep treading forward into a desert path, wondering where my thoughts will take me next. I can begin to make out the outline of a figure standing directly over me: one circle for a head protruding several s...
Submitted to Contest #211
Walking down the streets of New York was young Thomas of Manhattan: green top hat on his head, red flowers in hand. Walking with a purpose, he redirected himself to the local bus stop just a few blocks from his abode. He was tired: drained of his words and hollow due to lack of sleep. His nights spent fantasizing about a distant world where he felt understood and where he himself could truly understand others. People themselves had always had a mysterious side that Thomas never seemed to fully understand, but he was hoping that today ...
Submitted to Contest #209
I’m staring out the driver’s side window as my car speeds through the coastline of my city. The sound of the motor is penetrating my eardrums as the crisp wind flows through each follicle of my hair. Never before had I felt so alive, and this wasn’t a feeling I wanted to disregard. I turn to my left as I watch my reflection grasp the steering wheel and zoom through the next tunnel. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a large opening as I turn towards the view of the ocean. The beautiful crisp water stares back at me as I’m l...
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