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Submitted to Contest #126
New Year’s Eve I have always hated hospitals. They reek of bleach and pine-sol and whatever fucking chemicals they can get their hands on to erase the aroma of the dying and the deceased. It was a nauseating odor meant to reassure all patrons that the sturdy, straight-back chairs—the ones forcing our spines into an unnaturally upright position for the hours we’re confined to this dreaded place—are pristine. Another thing I loathe about hospitals: those god-awful smiles. Those smiles that act like steel shackles encircling and su...
Submitted to Contest #124
The air was choked by silence aside from the occasional grating of teeth against dinner forks and the gulps that followed. I was wracked with guilt as I sat rigidly in my seat—eyes fixated on the woman seated directly across from me. I was searching for my wife, but she’d been consumed by the stoic statue seated there—a chiseled piece of art that I could not seem to find beauty in. Her once unfettered mane that showcased her eclectic personality in all its glory now wreaked of chemicals that worked to tame her tresses into a sleek bun. Her d...
Submitted to Contest #84
“A Timeless Tale” The shrill blaring of my phone alarm yanked me from another restless night of sleep, thrusting me back into the monotonous regularity of adulthood. Another day, another government-issued dollar. I let out a groan of agitation as I fumbled gracelessly to silence the irksome sound. What day is it anyway? I sat up and scrubbed the harsh crust that had collected in my eyes during my slumber and willed the fog encompassing my brain to clear. My eyes scanned my discombobulated mess of a bedroom before fixating on the digital cloc...
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