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Submitted to Contest #324
Whenever I need to escape, I just close my eyes and think about Elajim. I first used to just close my eyes in order to escape my surroundings, but at some point I found that behind my closed eyelids, it’s calm and dark and a perfect canvas to paint my brother’s image in my mind. It’s easy, too; we weren’t separated until well after my parents died, about eight years after they had. Elajim was already 16, two years younger than my age now, when the Guardians came along and started poking around the family property. Having come from a long lin...
Submitted to Contest #287
Summer never quite seemed like it did when you were imagining it curled up in your blankets every winter morning before school. It was always a little hotter, slightly too humid, just a touch more unbearable that you dreamed it up to be. Suddenly you find yourself wishing for the soothing warmth of a cup of tea against colder air versus a sticky popsicle that melted before you could even close the freezer or pay for it at the local stand. This memory of summers wishing for winter and winters dreaming of the sun’s warmth repeated over and ove...
Submitted to Contest #252
“How does the chair feel?” The sudden voice startled the woman standing in the otherwise silent showroom. Despite there being no noise whatsoever in the expansive room, she failed to notice the other woman settled comfortably in the wicker chair, parked right next to her. “Hm? Sorry?” “Oh, I was just wondering how the chair feels. I’m looking for tables for my patio and was looking at this set. Are you looking at this set, too?” She smiled, figuring it would only benefit her to converse with another patron of the store, especially if they ha...
Submitted to Contest #213
“We’re all killers. We’ve all killed parts of ourselves to survive—we’ve all got blood on our hands. Something, somewhere had to die so we could stay alive.” -M.A.W., If Memories Could Bleed, If Dreams Could Scream Clothes are protection. A protection Simon has been using as a crutch for a long, long time. There were good reasons for him to protect himself as much as he did, make no room for doubt in your mind. His past was something he was not ashamed of, but something that greatly affected the present in a way that could only enable b...
Submitted to Contest #183
Howard POV The hallway lights were always too dim even during the day, but, standing alone with the person I hated the most in this life, I found myself grateful for the muted, yellow glow of the fluorescent lights and thanking the universe this was happening at night, so it’d be as dark as possible. When I made the final step toward the blonde girl standing in front of me, I felt my nose wrinkle unconsciously. I noted that her shirt was the one she had worn yesterday and today at school, too. Her shorts looked a size too small for her, an...
Submitted to Contest #182
“Dead people receive more flowers than the living ones because regret is stronger than gratitude.” -Unknown Never take your own existence for granted. I mean, think about it. Being born is the luckiest thing to happen to every one of us—yet all of us have done it; this naturally creates an atmosphere of indifference and even dissatisfaction with life and can lead some to throw away the luck that has been given to them. Like me. It wasn’t like anything bad happened that day. But by then, it didn’t matter if something happened; I had alrea...
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