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Weekly Contest #341
I lower myself down onto the tile floor, leaning gingerly against the aisle shelf and making bags of rice crinkle behind me. I grit my teeth and roll my right legging up. The fabric sticks to my leg with a combination of sweat and dried blood, and I squeeze my eyes shut against the pain. “Ah,” I wince, looking at the wide gash on my calf. “That’s not ideal.” I sigh and glance at the handful of medical supplies I have gathered next me. Bandages, a bottle of water, and the all-to-precious Neosporin. I roll out my neck and grab the water bottle...
TodayI stare down at my screen in a daze, the blueish glow a sharp contrast to the darkness of my childhood bedroom. My blankets are tangled beneath me in warm, gentle layers, but I don’t register their comforting feel. I barely pay attention to the pings of messages flitting onto the top of my phone, and instead, I shut my eyes, leaning my head back against the coolness of the wall behind me.With trembling hands, I slowly lower my phone, dropping it into my lap. I don’t even have to look at his messages to remember what they say. I’m sure I...
Weekly Contest #336
We Are SevenInspired by the poem of the same name, by William Wordsworth I pull the thread through the fabric, finishing off the stitching on the purple flower. Sucking the end of one of my curls in my mouth, I admire my work. Jane is going to love it. “Alice,” Momma calls from the kitchen. “Supper.” “Coming,” I call back. I set down the handkerchief, poking my sewing pin into the little cushion as I hop from my stool. My socked feet pad across the cold, living room floor and into the kitchen. Momma turns from her place at the stove, settin...
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