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Submitted to Contest #260
There was an old house at the end of Wicker Street. Its windows were boarded up and the roof shingles had begun to fall off. Ivy was creeping up its brick wall and the wooden porch steps were now rotten and soft. The house had been abandoned for over a decade, in which not a single soul dared to step foot inside. Xavier knew he had to explore it. His mother had forbidden him from going anywhere near the house, saying that she’d explain when he was older. But, Xavier didn’t want to wait until he was older so he took matters into his own hands...
Submitted to Contest #255
“I can’t do this anymore, Ivy. I can’t handle you.” The words struck her straight in the heart. Those words–such wretched, harmful words–were eerily similar to the last ones her dead soulmate had said almost three years ago. All except for the last one, “you”. James had said “it”, instead. “I can’t do this anymore, Ivy. I can’t handle it.” “It,” as if that was enough of a clue. “It” could mean anything and everything, how was she supposed to know what he couldn’t handle? Was it her love? Her devotion? Was it the world? Those were the l...
Submitted to Contest #247
He had found the stone brick tower overgrown with moss and ivy. This was strange since it was currently wintertime and the earth was swaddled with a blanket of snow. Even stranger was the feeling of warmth that the boy gained as he entered the tower. It was like spring was trapped here, existing forever in this place. The tower was in a deprecated state. There was little inside besides a few closets and a large staircase that went up.What perplexed the boy the most were the stacks of papers. Some were torn, others stained. The sheer amount ...
Submitted to Contest #237
TW: Sensitive content (cancer, death) I stare at Asher for ages, taking this precious time alone to memorize the sight of his face. I study the curves of his body and the smoothness of his exposed skin. The freckles that dot his neck and shoulders create galaxies across his body–galaxies I long to explore. He is asleep on the bed next to me, dreaming about beautiful things like crystal oceans and pastel skies. Maybe he dreams of adventures or melodies previously unheard. He could dream of anything, but not me–no, he would never dream of me. ...
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