Isolation
Microfiction From the Edge of My Mind
Seventy-two hours alone. A new record. Perfect silence, stillness. The perfect environment in which to work, to reflect. She finished that new short story she had been working on. She organized her DVDs. Anything to escape the dark thoughts—but they came anyway. And she cried. And cried. She hated herself, hated herself for the life that had led to these thoughts, hated herself for having these thoughts in the first place. They brought her to the edge. Then they stopped. Ready to rejoin the world, she turned her phone back on. No one had texted to check on her.
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Stephanie Hoogstad
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written as a freelancer for a few years with some published stories and poems of my own. You can learn more about me at thewritersscrapbin.com.
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This reminds me of my own stories - called Late Night Gnats. There is something in the silence that allows the mind to spiral sometimes. I think you would like it. And thank you for this story. Little things like these helps people feel less alone.
This is fantastic!