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I picked the controller up after my boyfriend left the room. I never understood the fascination, but I wiggled the joystick and pushed some buttons, watching the screen character react accordingly. Moderately amusing, but nothing fascinating. Until I hit the wrong buttons together. Or maybe it was the right ones? But either way, my comfortable position on the couch vanished, the world started to disintegrate, and the last sound I heard was the controller hitting the floor before I found myself in his game.
» Posted By Lauren Cude On 01.25.2019 @ 7:10 pm
I couldn’t believe the stunt he’d just pulled. He’d gone from nobody to king of the school in seconds — and while it made the administration look bad, he’d done it in a way that hurt nobody and caused no harm. He would be a legend. If only he had stopped there…
» Posted By Lauren Cude On 05.24.2017 @ 7:23 pm
The loss seemed horrible at the time, but ended up being the best thing that could ever have happened to me! I was devastated, thought life would never be the same… And it wasn’t. It was better. Wonderful, insanely, incredibly better.
» Posted By Lauren Cude On 02.17.2017 @ 5:15 pm
After ten hours of sleep I should’ve been well rested, but the dreams that haunted me left me feeling more stressed and discombobulated than had I never gone to bed. If only I’d known then just how powerful those dreams would turn out to be.
» Posted By Lauren Cude On 11.07.2016 @ 4:31 pm
I earned my degree feeling on top of the world. It took less than a year before I devastatingly realized it was the most expensive piece of paper I’d ever own, and worth less than the paper I could’ve bought at Staples.
» Posted By Lauren Cude On 09.25.2016 @ 4:07 pm
It was such a disaster. In her worst nightmares, she’d never imagined the blind date could go *quite* so badly. It was the kind of story she couldn’t have made up — so unbelievable it had to be true.
» Posted By Lauren Cude On 02.18.2016 @ 5:17 pm
The stars sparkled in the distant sky and Alissa thought through her future. If only she could get that far away. Start over. Distance would be her saviour.
» Posted By Lauren Cude On 06.20.2015 @ 7:53 pm
“Let’s chat.” Such simple words but so many implications. From your boss? From your significant other? From an old friend? From a new friend? Who would you most like to hear them from? Why?
» Posted By Lauren Cude On 06.08.2012 @ 10:06 pm
The daily grind was getting to me. So I did the only logical thing that made sense — sold all my belongings except a backpack and some clothes and set out to walk around the world. One step at a time.
» Posted By Lauren Cude On 06.07.2012 @ 7:59 pm
I was given the chance and I didn’t take it. Fear – of failure, of success, of what others would say, of what others would think… These all stopped me. I was so young then. If only I’d realized what I’d really been given. If only I’d taken the opportunity presented. How different would life have been?
» Posted By Lauren Cude On 07.02.2011 @ 8:39 pm
All I could think was what would happen if I failed. How had it come to the point that I, simple little average me, was the only thing standing between us and total annihilation? I wasn’t trained for this. I wasn’t trained for anything. But now, if I failed, we would all pay. I took a deep breath, and started…
» Posted By Lauren Cude On 06.24.2011 @ 7:19 pm
As I fell asleep on my history textbook, my mind numbed by details, I was taken back to a time before the books were written — a time when there was still a chance either side could win.
» Posted By Lauren Cude On 06.23.2011 @ 7:56 pm
She stared intensely at the screen, having no idea what to write. Her entire future depended on her answering this one question correctly, but all she could think was “why would anybody care?” The question was ridiculous, and she knew it. But to write that would ensure she’d never get the job.
» Posted By Lauren Cude On 06.22.2011 @ 9:09 pm
I met him at the corner of walk and don’t walk, while trying to decide whether to walk. It was one of those days — anything that could’ve gone wrong had. I certainly wasn’t in any position to meet or acknowledge the person who could change my life. But there he was, helping me retrieve the small mountain of stuff I accidentally deposited in the puddle by his feet as I tripped off the curb. And I was so frustrated and so frazzled I could barely bring myself to civilly meet his eye and mutter a thanks. But when I did, the look I received had such warmth and grace it faded the petty challenges of the day into nothing.
» Posted By Lauren Cude On 06.08.2011 @ 7:56 pm
The painted pony raised his head and looked alertly towards me. Deeming me of no interest, he returned to grazing in the lush pasture while my mind transported me back to childhood. How I had painted markings on all the otherwise boring horse toys and dreamed of the day I’d be able to ride my very own paint horse, bareback, through the fields. And now it looked as though that day might be nearly here.
» Posted By Lauren Cude On 06.06.2011 @ 1:22 pm
I stared at the plaid kilt, fascinated, before realizing how very rude I was being and belatedly lifting my eyes to the amused Scotsman’s face. I blushed bright red, a curse I’ve been haunted by forever, causing him to give in to laughter. Not my best first impression.
» Posted By Lauren Cude On 06.05.2011 @ 5:17 pm
The montage of photos was chaotic. Created by slapping too many together any which way – or so it seemed at first. But as I looked closer, a story started to evolve. A story that suggested there was more to this montage than first appeared. One that showed careful consideration had gone into the photos. In fact, it looked as though the montage might well hold the answer to why my sister was murdered.
» Posted By Lauren Cude On 05.31.2011 @ 8:51 pm
I looked out the window despairing of ever seeing the sun again. The clouds so closely paralleled my mood it seemed there was no escape. With everything gone, how could the sun dare to peek through? How could I ever hope to smile?
» Posted By Lauren Cude On 05.28.2011 @ 7:13 pm
She could smell the mint on his breath. He’d been smoking again – and worse, trying such a pathetically obvious cover up. She was about ready to give up. How could she care so much for somebody who didn’t even care for himself? Was it even worth the battle? In the end, it was his choice after all. And yet, how could she not fight for his life?
» Posted By Lauren Cude On 05.27.2011 @ 1:07 pm
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The canteen glowed eerily. I eyed what was supposed to be a healthy drink warily. What had they put in in this time? My boyfriend assured me it was good for me, but could I trust him? With eyes closed and heart in throat, I lifted the canteen and drank.
» Posted By Lauren Cude On 05.26.2011 @ 8:14 pm