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Write about someone who decides it’s time to cut ties with a family member.

Posted in Sad on Oct 31, 2022

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The End. Forever.

Submitted to Contest #79

Trigger warning: Gory scenes, suicide, and screaming.No.It can't end like this.- - -If there's anything I hate, it's laziness. Just waking up to a messy room can make me angry and dampen my mood like a thunderstorm. So therefore, when I rolled out of bed with my many precious books, I was not expecting my dear cousin to have a landfill dumped in his room at precisely 8:34 in the morning, when I came in. He used to be such a stickler for neat and tidy rooms. When we went to church he scrubbed the chairs clean before sitting down on them. He n...

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Morri

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The house is quiet, like a needle, but sharper, and with all the tension of midnight in a bar with the windows shot out and one guy in the corner just watching the others fight and saying to himself, "Get 'em, son, you got 'em."The house is quiet, for once.Inside, a girl is eating ice cream from a Starbucks cup, her long legs crossed and propped up on the top of her table. The television sits a few feet away. No one's watching it. No one could watch it, even if they did feel like catching some one scene rerun. It's broken. Broken along with ...

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Paper Cuts

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Author’s note: Contains abuse. I’m not sure how sensitive it actually is, but here’s a heads up anyway They say it’s like death by a thousand paper cuts, abuse is. Every beating just adds another, until they’re decussating, and full of pain, oh so full of pain.  Every slap across your face. Every punch across your neck. Every lash across your back. Just one paper cut after another. It isn’t stopping. It won’t stop. And then there’s the salt water. Poured on, drop after drop, litre after litre, gallon after gallon, until it’s ...

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Lacuna

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Things were never the same after he left. Grandma Kanye told me that people didn’t have a choice of whether they wanted to leave or not, but this was a different kind of leaving. Somehow, I never really wondered about Grandpa Johnson, but it was enough waiting for my first howling moon on that to-be-perfect midsummers’ day.  Grandma Kanye always said the moon was full like the roundest pearl in all the seven seas on a howling night.  “Why do they call it a howling night?” I would ask, though I already knew the answer.  T...

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My time's up

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Stella's POV It's strange to think about it now. Betrayal, such a loaded word. But I knew this day was coming, my hurt is only a fraction of theirs. It all really started when I was little. My parents, Eadie and Nicolo, were murdered by a rebel commander. That same rebel commander decided to take me in, a small act to make up for the cruellest thing he could have done. He raised me, never knowing that I knew, I knew what he had done. At the age of 9, I was finally given my instructions: remain a sleeper agent in the rebel cause unless ...

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Shadows

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The wind the last few days had been relentless, endless, spearing from all directions. It had ripped and whirled and twirled and screamed through the valley, bringing with it stinging rain and icy sleet. But today…today it is still, and the sudden calm crushes her heart with fingers of stone. High in the hills, standing behind the empty house, she gazes across the fjord and tugs her tattered wool shawl tighter around her shoulders. The lake below is shrouded in an ethereal milky mist. The brook murmurs its ancient song at her feet. The...

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My last will and testament

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My last will and testament Dear parents,  You know I hated you, right? The only thing that made me happy in my life is Leevinstaff. Emma and Nahyun.  I had been thinking of killing myself everyday. And I had bipolar disorder. Guess you were too busy with your stupid lives to even notice that. You call yourselves parents? Parents take care, give shelter, and love you and protect you with all their hearts. You guys are overprotective, don't understand the concept of fun or relaxing, and you keep me locked in the house. Tell Emma th...

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Jenny the Penny

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Find a penny pick it up and all day you’ll have good luck.You ‘ave always made fun of me for tha’ one.Jenny the Penny you called me.My whole life I picked up every penny I found. Tha’ glint of light on the ground appeals to the inner magpie in all of us. Do you know ancient cultures thought found coins were important? To find metal was precious it was a gift from the gods. For me, it goes back to being a little kid with my grandma walkin’ across the heath and findin’ my first penny. I held it up to her in the light. All shiny and new like a ...

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TSD 4: It is Time

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“I know who you are, what you do...and I want to join you.” Ava opened her mouth to reply, her lips already forming the shape of a 'no' but Faith spoke first, eyeing Maya shrewdly. “Who do you think we are exactly?”  Maya’s mind flashed back to the large, distinctive dragon in flight tattooed on the forest floor, claiming its prize of the men and women tied at its center. She knew there was only one group that used such an imposing symbol. “You’re part of the Soaring Dragons.” “I see,” Faith said, scrutinizing her shrewdly. Maya resiste...

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Rite of Passage

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The house was full and loud and busy. Silence was not a quality it had inherited, but neither was she built for it; with open arms for doors, and massive rooms to lounge or lunge into, she was youthful and she stood firm. Large houses should have loud, vivacious families and oh boy! Did she ever!My bedroom was situated on the far side of the 'L' shaped house, the last one of three adjacent to my sisters, both younger than I, who had by now fallen into a blissful sleep. Our stationed bedrooms rested on the first stroke of the letter 'L', a cl...

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Oh, Brother!

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In many ways, my older brother was a lot like my father: smart, strong, focused, surprisingly sensitive, upsettingly insensitive, short on patience, quick to anger. They were both Leos and both damaged. My brother and I, however, were not much alike. In fact, I’ve always felt unlike all four other members of my family. We all had blue eyes, but that’s where the similarities ended. I felt so unrelated to them that I secretly suspected I must have been adopted…or abandoned on Earth by an extraterrestrial clan that was my original family. Many ...

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Felicia's Fortune Chapter 1: Leaving Home

Submitted to Contest #79

This story is inspired by Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Magnus Chase and the gods of Asgard, and my siblings.If you are reading this, you are most likely in danger. After you read this, burn the evidence so They don’t find you. Run and don’t look back. Pass on the story in secret, but only to others like you. My name is Felicia Quackenbush, and this is the story of how my life fell apart.🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸I walked back into the kitchen through the back door, covered in sweat for the 2nd time this morning. Every day, I had to fight off...

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My reason for leaving

Submitted to Contest #79

Warning: sexaul content and assault.****The pain of leaving them.. Was the only suiting comfort I had. If I had stayed, my principles would have been rotten smelling grapes.Being born to that family was all i needed from them. A womb to bring me to life. Growing up with them..was the only hell I had ever known. Giving birth to a child means take respobsibility to the greatest level. Which means food,water,shelter,clothing,education,moral upbringing. But in a situation where you struggle to eat two square meals, to wear clothes what happens?T...

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“You trusted the wrong guy “

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Dr Muskaan had been married to Dr Vishnu for 20 years. Though from different culture and background , Dr Muskaan tried to adjust herself every bit to a different family and culture be it food, clothing, or language. She had been a good wife, good daughter in law and took every care of her husband and in laws. Dr Vishnu on the other hand was very cold towards her family. In an incident when Dr Muskaan’s brother had an head injury and was being taken to the hospital in a critical state, he refused to accompany them to the hospital. “I wil...

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The Black Sheep

Submitted to Contest #79

Jenny’s stomach clenched when she looked at the calendar. It was the day after Halloween, and that meant that the holiday season had officially begun. Over the next few months, there would be family dinners and get-togethers. She felt the clenching sensations and endured nausea and inclination to throw up. Once again, Jenny would have no choice but to endure being in the same room with her. No one else seemed to see or care about how the old woman treated her. And it was always the same. When they greeted one another at the door, everythin...

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