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Submitted to Contest #83
Beautiful just beautiful, What’s next? I swear each day my junk drawer of bad news gets tremendously more full. Your dog died, your grandma is in a coma, your coworker is throwing a cat party and you have to go. Give me a break, I’m a good samaritan, I occasionally litter but only gum wrappers nothing serious. Why do I have such a disastrous life, no amount of double-sided tape can fix this. Just last week my friend told me he was moving and he asked for my help, which is fine. I didn’t know my help meant I gotta do it all by myself. Long st...
Submitted to Contest #63
By the time I step outside, the leaves are on fire. My eyes blur with the harsh light of day and I know something is wrong. Soft dapples of red and orange cloud my sight. The alluring colors pull me towards the ground, and I can’t comprehend what lays before me. I quickly outstretch my arms to snag one of the balls of fire, but a faint crunch frightens me. Everything feels so new, so different. I have stepped into another dimension, but I drift back once my father pulls me into his arms. Then, abruptly, my vision fades into darkness. ...
Submitted to Contest #30
I wander up past her throne and kneel down as I examine her nasty glare. The humming of the wind plays on repeat in the background, its sharp tune cutting into my brain. Her darting eye enters my soul paralyzing me, leadening the ambiance of the surrounding area. I stay on my knees, refusing to get up. She lingers above me waiting for me to make my first move. I don’t know her intentions or what she is hoping for. I focus my concentration back on the wind because it is more soothing than addressing my reality. Everything was striking me in t...
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