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Still Life in the Life RoomI see red.The colour shocks me with its brightness, like the front door I walked through this morning when I arrived at the studio.But this is liquid and it’s sitting there in my undergarments. Vermilion, the artist would call it. From crushed insects. Blood red.But this is my blood.I hear myself grunt.Like a pig, or the feuding dogs down the stinking alleyway that backs onto our sleeping quarters.I don’t want them decent people inside thinking there’s a hog out here. But it’s hard to be silent.I clench my tee...
Weekly Contest #109
(Warning: Mild adult content)Donna Summer isn’t my real name, the email began. I can’t tell you my real name, I can’t afford to do that, it went on.So, there’s me, all huddled up under my cosy, winter-tog duvet, still basking in the glow of my new job.All the girls get called the name of the singer of the song they’re dancing to, she wrote, (me assuming she was a she).True, it hadn’t been easy getting there and I still had a whopping loan to pay off for tuition fees, but right now, sat in front of my PC, Monday morning, a week of writing str...
Weekly Contest #108
The boy looked down over the splintered deck where his toes dangled and drew a deep breath. The long waves, in one slow-motion salute, lapped and clapped on the side of the boat and the boy suddenly felt very small. He braced his shoulders and looked south. All he had to do was jump. He felt a fresh gust of energy, strange for this late in the day, after a whole week’s work in the elements, with only a thin and worn hammock for rest. He felt his knees bend, his feet leave the ground and head-first he met the water. When an animal is face...
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