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2 September 2016

Published August 31, 2016 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Poetic Justice

Word Count: 100

THIS ONE IS MINE

 

Enan’s grandiloquent notes set off explosions in my heart. I kept every embellished missive in a gilded box. His purple prose enslaved me.

After every beating or tongue lashing, he would gift me with an impassioned written apology and weep until I absolved him of his guilt.

One day he left our cottage whilst I slept. A card on the nightstand, penned in his sweeping hand simply said, “Goodbye.”

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I wanted to search for him—beg him to come back. Instead, a fountain of sparks illumes the black sky. His words scatter amid the ashes and my spirit soars.

15 January 2016

Published January 13, 2016 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100

STOCKHOLM SYNDROME

            What began with a chance meeting on the walking trail grew into a fairytale romance. Enan’s soulful brown eyes captivated me. I pledged my eternal love. I felt safe with him.

             One day, after our daily hike, Enan led me to a windowless cabin in the woods.

            “Behold our romantic hideaway.” His hot breath in my ear rendered me helpless as he tied my hands behind my back. “You’re mine, princess—forever and always.”

            A year passed before I saw the sun again.

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            I watch the police take Prince Not-So-Charming away in handcuffs.

            God forgive me. I love him still.          

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