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Submitted to Contest #258
She’s so beautiful as she lays there. You can imagine somebody’s entire life and how they’ve lived just based on their body. How much sun they saw, how much they ate, how much or how little they washed their hair- even how badly they wanted to live by how much dirt is found under their fingernails after they’ve been dragged through the woods. This girl must have wanted to live very badly. There was so much dirt under her nails that it filled every cuticle to the brim. She clawed all she could, all while probably screaming and cryin...
Submitted to Contest #140
“Things are never gonna be the same now...” He said as he leaned against the banister, trusting it with all his weight, perhaps even what weighed on his mind. He was wearing a thick black parka, the one I’d gotten him a few years ago. I wondered for a moment why he didn’t offer it to me. Ponderosa pines sprinkled the white blanket of snow that lay still on the ground, almost like plastic. We stood on the wooden porch together, little splinters of wood shooting up between the planks that made up the balcony beneath us. I inched ...
Submitted to Contest #138
It’s May 12th, 1933 somewhere in Oklahoma. I refuse to see the point in saying a city specifically because all of Oklahoma is the same to me right now. Just dirt; over and over again for endless miles, cannibalizing itself into tornadoes and storms that leave dust in our lungs and eyes. I don’t want to leave the stable, to go to sleep, to end this experience prematurely. It would be such a waste of clean air to spend it sleeping. I’m staring at my family’s last cow. A female. Kept inside and kept alive scarcely by our leftovers, as t...
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