The following is a featured 100-word story from the June Writing Challenge.


The coldness of the wood seeps through my skin and crawls into my soul. As I stare at the ceiling, I decide. Knife. My heart makes one last effort to stop me before my mind locks it away. My eyes close. Wait. Someone’s at the door. Rose. Please. I. Need. You. I dissect the sentence as my arm brings the knife closer. When I finally understand, my heart leaps out of its cell, and the knife falls to the floor as I make a revelation. I’m not the one who will have to cope with the consequences of my actions.




Simone I.

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