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Weekly Contest #286
Warning: story of immigration and deportation. It was Sunday again. The one day Misael looked forward to all week. It was also the day he dreaded the most, but he wouldn’t think about that now. He jumped out of bed and headed straight to his closet, or rather, the suitcase he called his closet. Housed neatly inside were all his new clothes that were reserved for his only day off, which was finally today. Once he carefully pulled out some Nike basketball shorts and sneakers, at least the lady at the pulga had sworn they were Nike, he ca...
Weekly Contest #272
Ever since I remembered, everything’s been different. Running away has become a daily occurrence. But as an adult, the only thing you can run away is from your own shame, agony, embarrassment. As I walk, the earth feels off: the damp dirt giving way under my feet; the bright, yellowing full moon; the muggy sky; even the clouds looked menacing. All my life, there’s been a crackling in the air, a tiny pinprick that ran goosebumps up my arms. But after the flashback, when the dam broke and released all those memories descending on me like a tsu...
Weekly Contest #185
Another year had come and gone. I sobbed as I looked around the empty room. The bright pink room that was once filled to the brim with toys, books, and clothes, a perfect preservation of a 7 year old’s life, now blankly stared back at me. I turned to the corner of the room, where a bulging trash bag lay. I didn’t need to actually look, and I really couldn’t, with my vision blurred by the fat teardrops I hadn’t let fall the whole year. Yet I could imagine the contents of the trash bag: the fidget Hello Kitty...
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