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Abigael Smith

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Can-Can Wonderland

Weekly Contest #354

What does that even mean? When I thought of the can-can I thought of the scandalous scarlet skirts whipping back and forth on stage showcasing ebony heels and a little bit of leg. I thought red and I thought black and that made me think of sin. Wonderland is where Alice and the Mad Hatter live – down the rabbit hole. So, Can-Can Wonderland? It was a hybrid that perhaps, arguably, never should be. I made it my business to say yes to pretty much everything these days. There weren’t enough self-help books, self-care and #breakup TikTok advice...

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Therefore, she suffers so much more

Weekly Contest #354

My insurance payment is overdue by more than a week. Buying the clearance chocolate at the grocery store I work at during break is the only thing that kept me remotely sane. It’s called Tony’s. It’s milk chocolate. It was a little too rich, but fine nonetheless. Sleep must’ve done something because I don’t feel the deep ache as much – or at least, if I don’t pay attention to it, it transforms into a dull swell. My head hurts. Sebas called me – he says it’s hot in Cali. I say it’s hot here. It’s a bit more bearable, though still miserable. Ye...

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The Seventh

Weekly Contest #353

The village of Tarli, nestled in the Jørpestad mountain pass, collectively fell in love with a fairytale. It was a tragically romantic surrender to the whims of beyond. It was the hottest day of mirth and manifestation. No other village in the whole of the realm celebrated Midsummer’s Eve better than the florid people and architecture of Tarli. Josefine Asplund was not innocent of falling in love with Eve's sparkle, but believing in the fairytale was never enough. Josefine never dreamt. Least of all when it, arguably, meant the most. She b...

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Mother Frost, Sister Blue

Weekly Contest #331

Lena and Kälte fought over the same blanket since they shared a cradle. There was nothing significant about this blanket - nearly the opposite. It was the color of dusty stone, torn, with gaping holes between carefully woven squares. Yarn sagged and frayed. The more they tugged, the more the fabric disintegrated—pieces of the torn yarn covered parts of their features. Lena’s pieces blanketed over her eyes; Kälte’s settled on her small throat and even smaller heart. Yet, even given two separate blankets, the twins, in a mighty small grasp be...

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Mother Frost, Sister Blue

Weekly Contest #331

Lena and Kälte fought over the same blanket since they shared a cradle. There was nothing significant about this blanket - nearly the opposite. It was the color of dusty stone, torn, with gaping holes between carefully woven squares. Yarn sagged and frayed. The more they tugged, the more the fabric disintegrated—pieces of the torn yarn covered parts of their features. Lena’s pieces blanketed over her eyes; Kälte’s settled on her small throat and even smaller heart. Yet, even given two separate blankets, the twins, in a mighty small grasp be...

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