Lost  ✴Contest Winner✴

Lost ✴Contest Winner✴

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She was every second he was alive, every tear he shed, every laugh he threw into existence. She was the days and nights he spent smiling when she crossed his mind, the times he cried as he clutched the only remnants of her that remained. She was his betrayal. She was the broken promise he had hidden away and attempted to hide, the secret he hoped that no one would ever find. It was like some twisted love story, one that claimed perfection but hid darkness beneath a glamour. It preached of conversations and beauty; childish innocence and bittersweet endings. No, it was a tale of a madwoman, fear and splitting souls and all the things that the drunkard had thought he could hold onto. This is the tale of Philip Ripton and everything that he lost. *Westbury Faery Contest Winner*
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The locals had warned me that no one in their right mind would enter the North Woods alone, not unless they had a death wish. It's a good thing then that I am not in my right mind. Fear had prevented me from returning to this place for years, but the nightmares depriving me of sleep threatened to steal what little sanity I had left, leaving me with no other choice than to confront the source of my apprehension. I was tired of pretending that everything was ok. That I was ok. I needed the nightmares to stop. But in order for that to happen, I needed to uncover my lost memories. The North Woods held answers, of that much I was certain. So here I stand, ready to face my past. If only I could get my legs to move. **FIRST DRAFT - UNEDITED **

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