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Weekly Contest #379
The summer my father unalived himself in my old high school parking lot was treacherously hot. It was debilitating. I heard the news from my mother's neighbor in a phone call from across the continent. Mother was crying in the background, the first sounds I'd heard from her in a long time. I'd been angry with them for years before father's death. Soon after, a flame was ignited, and I felt forced to carry it for too long. It was relentless. ------------- "Honey, please look on your social media. Your mother commented on the post about your...
Weekly Contest #378
I haunt myself. Accepting it didn't come easily, still doesn't. Stuck somewhere between the before and after, I'm able to sit at my dining room table and have conversations with the ghost which lives in my guest bedroom and the doll who naps on his bed. "Sydney, I need my own room. Why do you keep putting that scary looking thing on my bed?" Anthony's head faced my direction, although I couldn't tell if he was making eye contact since he has no eyes, at least that I can see. "Your bed is the most comfortable, and I am tiny! Where else woul...
Weekly Contest #199
A cool Florida evening on the coast is like an invitation to a spa experience. Stopping at the beach for a front row sunset view is enough to regulate my anxious breaths, but adding in an ankle-deep stroll in shallow, warm and salty water enables me to breathe deeper than I have since my last visit. Tonight, I stay later than most, because the moon is full and glowing softly on a barely windy night. The sound of waves rolling toward me feels like a bassinet rocking back and forth, lulling me into an almost sleep-like state. Closing my eyes,...
Weekly Contest #185
Doran was a latchkey kid before it became popular, walking alone to and from school as though danger didn’t follow her everywhere. An only child, she grew accustomed to herself quickly. By the age of seven, many of her summer afternoons were spent twirling in circles until her brain became muddled with thoughts of her existence and who she truly was underneath her skin and bones. The dizzying thoughts she felt separate from her tiny body were a relief from feeling lonely. Always wanting to connect with what was inside, Doran embraced uncomfo...
Weekly Contest #176
Avalon's breath blurred the glass door with dark purple trim as she turned the sign from "closed" to "open". She smoothed her favorite sage green dress after turning toward her cat. "This is it, Daryl, our moment of truth! It's our time to shine...to rise to the top...to glow!" Avalon's arms spread open as though welcoming every talking, cartooned forest animal into her warm embrace. "Daryl! Daryl? I thought you would help me greet our first customers, after all, you're essentially my partner in this venture! I see your tail behind the thir...
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