“What’s your secret?” “How have you guys lasted so long” “Don’t you get tired of each other?” Austin and I are often interrogated about our
“Confess! Confess! Confess! Confess!” I can hear the others over my sobs. My classmates; Anne, Sarah, and Elizabeth, they lied! “Confess sweet girl. God will
I remember the warmth of the sun; how it felt on my face, how it turned my hair from brown to blonde. I remember the
Chase woke up to two missed calls and seven texts. They were all from his ex Logan, their breakup was fresh and she was devastated.
It may not seem like a big deal to most, but I feel so fortunate to have gained 20 followers. I do not even have
Look for me. Save me! Misguided, misunderstood, misaligned. Please, save me. Misused, misplaced, missed. Pretty please. Please, save me. Masters of Writing Flash Fiction Challenge