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Weekly Contest #85
It is not that I hated the people of the city that I did what I did. Really, it was quite the contrary. I found them fascinating, from the inside of their intestines to their outsides. I found that the human body had it’s many limitations, but it was easy to work around them if you tried. The blood never really left from underneath my fingernails, and the smell lingered underneath the suffocating rose scent of my soap. It was as if I had something to hide, and perhaps, perhaps I did, for the people could never accept someone as eccentr...
Weekly Contest #84
Most stories are about people. They’re by people, for people, from the perspective of people.This story is different.This is a story about a place.A place whose walls have heard secrets that still go untold. Whose floors have creaked time after time, whose ceilings have blocked out rain and snow and sleet, whose doors have been closed and slammed and left open at times, a place that’s housed family after family after family. It’s watched people fall in love, young people. The same people cry and fight and leave. And all to have ano...
“Just because I am smiling doesn’t mean I am happy. Because it takes just one smile to hide a million tears.” Unknown I hate the car. I always get so dizzy, and to top it all off, it’s freezing, but my little brother has insisted on opening the window. I’m sitting in the back, right behind him, so the cold air directly hits me as we ride along the freeway, at sixty-something miles per hour.I should’ve bought gloves. Should’ve worn a jacket. Shoulda, woulda, coulda. It’s not like we were in a hurry or anything. My shoes were ju...
Weekly Contest #83
They each stare at me with their grey eyes, waiting, wanting. There is hunger in their eyes, hunger concealed by thin lips and bony fingers. Concealed only to those who do not look, however. I am not fooled.My knees give way beneath me and my neck is lowered as they force me to bow down. I spit at the ground. Control is returned to my neck but I’m forced to stay kneeling, pathetically.They float, menacingly encircling me.There are three of them.The first is the shortest, the youngest. She floats higher than the rest. Her eyes, grey, of cours...
Your fingers are bleeding.The bright red liquid drips from your scars like teeny tiny waterfalls, dripping all the way down to your palms. It’s warm and sticky and familiar. And it hurts.You loosen your grip on the rope, but it does nothing to ease the pain. Gasping, you wipe each hand on your clothes in turn. One.Right hand.Two.Left hand.You’re wearing white clothing.It’ll stain. You can hear your mother scolding you in your head. You can see your father shaking his head. You can feel the stares of everyone. Everyone. The sky is d...
Weekly Contest #82
The ugly wheeled contraption seemed to stare Skai down as she took small bites of her granny smith apple. That is, the wheelchair. Her apple was perfectly crisp, crunchy, and sour, and only ruined by the sickly setting. That is, the hospital. “Miss Skai?” Skai didn’t bother to look up at the nurse as she nodded slightly. “Would you like me to assist you in-” “No.” “O-Oh but Miss Skai-” “Do I look like some sort of middle-aged woman or something? Don’t call me miss and don’t even think about moving me to that wheelchair.” The nurse tapp...
You could only see the blinking red light in Perl’s eyes if you looked at them from just the right angle.Or, if there was a reflective surface somewhere in the room.It’s why she hated mirrors, they always reflected right back at her, her wires tinging with sour jealousy of all her human companions, red light blinking on and off, machinery whirring, and metal limbs twitching.Jealousy.Another emotion she wasn’t supposed to be able to feel, wasn’t supposed to know of.And yet, as she sat on the luxurious leather seat, she couldn’t help but glare...
Weekly Contest #81
No one really remembered a time when they weren’t together. No one but them.North could remember crying herself to sleep on cold nights, Everest remembered walking with his head down and earbuds in. They remembered the hushed whispers and short notes, ripped pages, and dead flowers. Flushed cheeks and rainy nights, candlelit reading sessions, and cold hands. On the contrary, everyone but them could see when they started to fall apart.When their synchronized steps fell out of beat, when they stopped holding hands and stepped on each...
Blue eyes, blue as the sea Blue eyes that can’t even see “How’s the sky looking?”Liraz puffed the smoke from her mouth and looked up, taking in the colors and stars.“It’s a good night. Color’s a dark, midnight blue.”“How blue?”“Remember the one blanket we used to have? Same blue, but imagine it speckled with stars.”Her lipstick was dark, dark red, and the cigar in her hand was almost out. She took a breath of night air before taking another inhale of ashes and smoke, letting her lungs blacken little by little.Crying tears of silver and ...
Weekly Contest #80
“Keep your chin up, Ciara.” Her mother pressed cold fingers at the bottom of her face, forcing it forward. She was angry, not at Ciara, but at the world for making it seem like she had something to hide away from. Something to be ashamed of. “You be ashamed for something you chose to do, you hear? Like those nasty men rotting away in jail cells for their own bad and wrong decisions. The darkness of your skin is not a curse. It is a blessing.” Ciara nodded. It didn’t feel like a blessing, not when the pretty blonde princesses at her sch...
She wears her cat eye glasses like a crown of intellect, though she knows it’s just an indicator that her eyes are less than average. She will walk with her small pointy nose in the air and show her freckles off for the world to see. Freckles she used to be made fun of for. Freckles that pasty teens wishing to be on the covers of magazines no one reads now draw on themselves with pencils meant for the faces. Not the same as the over-sharpened pencils she draws with. Not the same at all.And though her thin-lipped almost-smile won’t revea...
Weekly Contest #78
She wished to dance.But they told her it was improper for a princess.So she had to twirl in the moonlight, dressed in her nightgown. She put on shows for the stars, her feet bare on the wet grass. She danced to no music, only the tune in her head. She left her tiara on her dresser, made sure her parents were fast asleep, and tied her hair with blue ribbon, walking out the door.It was always dark.She never minded.Until the day she fell.She didn’t realize how hard the cobblestone pathway really was until her leg hit it with a crumbling thud. S...
Dear May, I miss your eyes. They’re brown, a very deep brown. You hated them. But you didn’t see them like I did. Whenever you spoke of your flowers or happy memories, the sparkle of your joy would gleam in your eyes, glistening with hope and meaning. I miss the way you would look at me. Like I was something special. You’re the special one, you always were. As I write this, it’s morning, and the sunlight is peeking in the windows. Your eyes would be glued to the sun right now, and I’d be staring at you, wondering how someone could be s...
Weekly Contest #73
Sticky notes littered his bedroom wall. Yellow, green, blue, and the hot pink that used to be yours. He kept a pen in his pocket, a black ball point, and a notepad in the other one. He forgot a lot of things. Simple things, like what he ate for breakfast, and important things too, like doctor appointments. He remembered the day you two met though. One of the only long-term things he remembered. He didn’t remember what you were wearing or the place, but he remembered the feelings. The scramble of getting your number on his phone becaus...
Weekly Contest #70
July 8th, 2016Goals-Get in to college-Go to college-make friends at college-get a side job-buy a car-driveWhere to?---The whole world feels weird and like I don't belong. I'm uncomfortable. Possibly just in my own skin. My whole life I’ve been waiting to do this, and now I’m just waiting more it seems. The wind outside is hot, barely even wind. When I get a car, I want it to be without a roof, so I can feel the wind always. ---July 11th 2016To Do-Practice spelling-Make dinner-Water the flowers-Watch the flowers grow, write down gr...
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