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Submitted to Contest #134
I have lived in the same town my whole life, and my whole death too. It’s the kind of place that you live to be somewhere while being nowhere, so I couldn’t tell you where I am, not really. I could say something about the span of the crescent valley, scooping through hills of cold earth where I’ve come to travel with an audience of sheep. Trodding alongside icy rivers and jumping streams, floating up rocky slopes and alongside mountains. The larger rams will let me ride on their backs and sometimes I fall asleep there for hou...
Submitted to Contest #132
It is the night of my 18th birthday and I am on fire. After collapsing into my skeleton of a bed, the black wireframe creaking like a cage of weary bones, and rapidly dropping into an oppressive sleep, my body had forced itself into a conscious state again at one am. I know this because I am staring at the pill-shaped alarm clock on my bedside table, its red glow spelling my fate in harsh fluorescent lines. The blankets are hot and heavy around my legs. It feels nice in a sweaty, consuming kind of way. I don’t usually let myself feel...
Submitted to Contest #131
The splintering wooden door rattled as it was knocked upon, startling the woman inside her small, street-side home. Well, not entirely street side, as it was the last door on the right tucked in the alleyway between two brick, ivy-ridden buildings. Therefore, her front door was significantly removed from the street, making late-night visitors, or visitors of any sort, incredibly rare. The woman froze, head swiveling to face the narrow hallway leading to the front door. Her chest thundered, and an ache tightened her stomach. Silence f...
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