Miss. Anonymous
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Sunflower soul, anonymous voice.
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Stories (13)
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Echoes in the Playroom
The room was smaller than I remembered. Childhood has a way of stretching ceilings and widening walls, but when I turned the handle and pushed the door open, the air inside felt close. The space held itself tightly, as if it had been waiting too long for someone to return.
By Miss. Anonymous2 months ago in Fiction
The November That Never Came
The knock came just after midnight. At first, I thought it was the wind. The house had been so still for weeks that even the faintest sound set my heart racing. But then it came again, sharp, intentional, certain. I froze. My heart thumped against my ribs as if it were trying to tell me something I didn’t want to hear. November 28th. The date circled endlessly in my mind, a cruel marker on a calendar that didn’t matter anymore. It was the day she was supposed to be born. The day I should have been holding her, whispering her name into the dark, stroking her tiny hair, rocking her to sleep. Instead, I was alone, surrounded by quiet that ached like broken bones. Another knock. Louder. More insistent. I should have ignored it. I should have stayed in bed. But something inside me, the part of me that refused to let go of hope, moved first. My bare feet hit the floor. My hands trembled on the doorknob. It’s her, I told myself. It has to be her.
By Miss. Anonymous3 months ago in Fiction
The Desk Was Still There. Winner in The Second First Time Challenge.
She came back to the same desk, the same kids, the same songs and tiny shoes, except everything inside her had changed. No one knew she had been nine weeks pregnant. No one knew she had lost the baby. Returning to work wasn’t just returning to routine, it was returning to a world that had never known what she left behind.
By Miss. Anonymous6 months ago in Fiction
