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Weekly Contest #172
TW: depictions of gun violence and suicide For eight years I watched her sing. Her alluring voice, a force to be reckoned with, ranging from a low hum that strokes your ears to a cavernous powerhouse, causing every atom in your body to buzz with energy. For years, I tilted my head up towards the stage, my presence insignificant in a stadium sardined with worshippers, people who scheduled their lives around her moments of glory. Glory, she deserved, of course, because no voice like hers should have been confined to the walls of a ten-by-ten...
Weekly Contest #150
“Please, don’t do it.” Her voice is small, innocent even, but with the lingering intensity of a woman who, deep down, possesses great strength. “There must be some sort of mistake,” she says. Now, her voice is pinched. Het throat feels like an ashtray filled with freshly stubbed cigarettes. “Can’t you understand?” he says. His voice is gravelly, like the stones he will have to cut through to dig her grave. “I’m just following orders.” “No,” she says. “No one is telling you to do this.” &...
Weekly Contest #142
July 21st, 2011Jenna Lowe was well aware that a hot, thirty-four degrees day in London was as rare as her father skipping his afternoon siesta. Incredibly rare, and hard to miss. It was one p.m. The summer heat was at its peak, inviting most of London outdoors. Sun out, shirts off, ice cold beers cracked open. The news channel had deemed it the ‘Hottest Day of the Year,’ and that it most definitely was. Jenna sauntered outside, her flip-flops rubbing against her feet, making them feel hot and clammy. She raised her hand...
I always told myself that, if anyone ever screwed me over, they were dead to me. Of course, there was a time before the ‘always.’ A time when betrayal was an opportunity for me to hand out second chances like the empathetic, kind-hearted person I was. My heart would grow stiff and heavy, a dull, persistent ache gnawing at my insides, slowly but torturously. I’d feel inclined to rip my heart out, not to stop feeling the pain, but to stop feeling. My body would slowly shut down, my ears filling with white noise, my brai...
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