Write about someone (or something) you loved that you shouldn’t have.
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“Aisle Fourteen” by Rhondalise Mitza
All I really wanted were the plantain chips. That was the reason my father and I were at Walmart in the first place. It was almost nine o clock on a Saturday night; my father had just gotten home from visiting my grandparents and he was ready to settle in his armchair for the night. Only... I didn't think that would be possible because to my knowledge it was still very illegal for me to drive alone and also I really, really wanted plantain chips. They were amazing and I couldn't have chocolate and I was having a rough week anyway...
“I Was Fifteen” by Kate Le Roux
I was fifteen. When I think back on it now I need to remind myself that I was an actual child, sleeping at night in my pink bedroom, writing in a secret journal with a lock on it, teddy bears arranged on my bed. And what the heck, I have to ask myself, could a fifteen-year-old child know about love? I know the answer now, and it is this: depending o...
“You Don't Know Me” by Waverley Stark
You don’t know me, and you never will, because I don’t know myself, and that’s what frightens us so much about life, isn’t it? That’s the reason we go to therapy or have friends, to discover ourselves. You don’t know me, and you don’t want to. Why? Because I am a boy who is silent in the halls. I am the boy who is afraid to say the wrong thing so much that I only talk when someone listens. But you know this, don’t you? You’ve spoken to me because we were babies together onc...
“The Jump” by Marte Van Der Linden
Everyone has scars and every scar tells a story. My brother caused a number of mine. I don’t mean that he was violent or anything like that. But he tended to instigate events which always seemed to leave me with scratches and bruises and worse. My most obvious scar is a dent in my forehead. I got it when he convinced me that the bathtub was a waterslide, which resulted in me hurtling face-first into the tap. I think I was four or five. There are other scars, other injuries, that have faded away and are no longer visible on t...
“One Last Time” by Samantha Sabio
This is it. This is the last time. I mindlessly ran a finger over the lip of my coffee cup as I repeated the phrase to myself over and over, hoping somehow the repetition would help it stick in my stubborn skull. You can’t keep doing this. You can’t keep loving him like this. The drops of rain tapping on the metal roof had woken me up in the early hours of the morning — not that Ben and I had been doing much sleeping to begin with. I’d finally decided to squeeze my way out ...
“To Love...” by Lilly Blossom
I always liked nerds. You know, the kind of guys that obsess over boring, intellectual stuff, believing their work will actually change the world? Glasses are also a plus. Blue eyes and blondish hair are also a plus. Check, check, check. He had it all going for him. In the looks and personality department, he was my kind of guy. My life story is complicated, too complicated to tell n...
“My love for You” by Kat Gruszka
I’m jealous of pregnant women. I’m envious of their swollen feet and morning sickness. I’m jealous of new dads with infants strapped to their chest, baseball caps over their too-busy-to-shower hair and sunglasses covering their sleepless eyes. I’m angry about new families with their matching outfits in family photos and their disorganized grocery shopping trips which include chases down aisles and tantrums regarding cereal. I never wanted to be a mom. I never actually thought I’d be a wife. I was an untethered soul focused on world...
“Best Friends, Broken Heart” by Tanya M
He walks up to you, slapping you a high five. His blue eyes glint down at you, sparkling cobalt as always, but missing their usual mischievous spark. You know the spark, you’ve stared at it for years. You’ve been friends since you beat him in the first-grade spelling bee. You’re tied for the top of the class, have air hockey battles, and know things about each other no one else does. His middle name is Bartholomew. You were the one who took your sister’s homework that one time.&n...
“We Never Truly Get Away With Anything” by Andrea Tran
Someone once told me that you never truly get away with anything. You may not get caught but eventually, in one way or another, you do pay. The price comes in many different forms. If the course of our lives is measured by receiving our justice, I might just be due for one huge punishment. Nature always has a way of balancing itself out; storms, earthquakes, disease. What’s the balance for wanting to extract a man from his marriage? He did not come gently. He did not come peacefully. He came into my life like a storm under ...
“falling for the weird kid ” by Millie Spence
So, picture this, it’s the last year of sixth form and I found myself falling for the guy that had been in my A level biology class for the last two years. I had only been going to this school since the start of year 12, and I instantly found him attractive. However, it hadn’t evolved into love or infatuation until about a year later. Let me paint a picture of him. He was weird. Not a bit weird that he would say something inappropriate at the wrong time. But concerningly weird. He used to bite people and walk around in a strange do...
“Agony Aunt Land” by Deborah Mercer
I’ve always had my idols, and come to that, in my middle age, I still do, though it’s not the kind of thing you’re supposed to admit to, at least not when it’s someone who makes a lot of people – I don’t want to say “normal people” – groan, on a TV panel show or someone who isn’t even that brilliant at a sport a lot of people aren’t interested in. I’ve always prided myself on my slightly quirky choices, even though they come unbidden and it’s not just perversity. I like the bit of a maverick, the bit of an underdog, but gen...
“Secret Love” by Said Y
To Whom I Loved, There are a lot of days where I regret that I loved you. There are some days where our memories bring the biggest smile on my face, but my heart hurts and my eyes are burning because of the aching pain in my heart; yet no tears. When I see tears there is a smile on my face. I fell in love with a girl and I’m a girl myself. It is forbidden in my religion and looked frowned upon by my culture....
“That One Boy” by Jessica Xie
The dramafest started on the first day of preschool.I was crying and begging my mom to let me go back home and watch The Simpsons. We maneuvered through the halls and stopped at a small door.Mom opened the door and I stopped sobbing immediately. The room, although small, was full of joy. There were about twenty other small children. Most of them were still crying, but there were...
“MY STAR, FOREVER AND FOR ALWAYS” by Annie Ruhangakiza
Journal entry. 31.12.2019 Today's my 20th birthday. I know I should be happy but I am thinking about her today. I have grown since the last time she saw me 15 years ago.I am writing about her looking outside the window under the one star and moon in the sky today. For a minute or more I was just staring at my phone screen wondering what on earth I am going to write about her. Apart from my dad. She's the next person I love or loved most. Its been 15 ye...
“Friday Night Lights ” by Mary Lombardi
My breath puffs out in front of me. I jump from foot to foot, trying to gain blood flow back to my frozen limbs. It’s the last game this year, but it’s also the first time in almost ten years that Traip’s football team has made it to the playoffs. Despite being well aware that we will not be taking home a win, we are overjoyed that we get to play once more against our rivals, Old Orchard Beach. The Rangers, lovingly called the Boats, against the Seagulls, not so lovingly c...
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