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Submitted to Contest #333
He did not know he was hungry until the hunger had a name.For years, love had been a word Jonah used loosely, the way he used fine when people asked how he was doing. Love was something that existed in songs playing softly through café speakers, in couples arguing gently over groceries, in old photographs his mother kept in shoeboxes. Love was a background concept, not an appetite. Not a need.Then Mara was shot on a Tuesday afternoon, and the hunger woke up like an animal.Jonah was late that day. He was always late—late to meetings, late to ...
Submitted to Contest #330
Mara arrived at Willowridge Lake long before sunrise, her breath fogging in the cold as if her lungs were trying to speak the words she couldn’t. Today marked one year since the accident. One year since everything familiar had splintered into something unrecognizable. She clutched her grandmother’s old sketchbook to her chest—its weathered pages smelled of graphite, lavender, and safety.The world was still dark, the kind of darkness that felt like a held breath.She set up her easel at the lake’s edge, hands trembling not from the cold but fr...
Submitted to Contest #149
The light flickers back and forth I curl in a ball and begin to cry. The light flickers again and a woman stands in front of me, looking at her reflection, with blood on her hands she yells her veins bulge in her neck and forehead. I close my eyes out of fear of my life. When I open them again another woman stands before me wearing an ankle length multi-color skirt with a long sleeve white button-down shirt. There’s a pool of black water in front of her she holds her hand out for me to follow her in. I shake my head no “Sorry I don’t know yo...
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