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Submitted to Contest #259
When I was on the farm, I was a God. The more I worked, the more my hands grew warm and weathered. But today, as the rain poured down, I stood still. Thunder riled up the horses down by the paddocks and electricity buzzed through the decaying power lines. The monsoon was close. I roll the cigarette between my lips. My uncle tapped his pointer fingers on the arm of the chair. He rocked in his old roselawn chair and inhaled the sunflowers I used to grow by the lining of the house. “It’s hot, Matty.” He calls out when he hears my footsteps...
Submitted to Contest #257
A girl and a boy sit in the nave of the church, playing cat’s cradle with a black rosary. The warm smell of gingerbread sits with the rows of naked candles. And the pine trees in the distance were covered with a thick layer of snow, as if they were finally being embraced after months of falling. Earlier this morning, my skates carved sloppy arcs across the ice, and the sculpture above me reminded me of the cuts in the hockey rink. I forgot how cold winter was. “Enjoying the quiet?” Father Louis’s voice is throaty and deep, like belting ...
Submitted to Contest #232
The cartilage in my nose and ears beg and ache for warmth. I tremble as I shake the lick of shivers down my spine. And the tips of my fingers turn a pale scarlet I’ve never seen before. Snow milked the floor of the Taiga, replacing the moss for white fur. My boots grind into the snow, feeling like thick salt beneath my feet. Everything was blue, dipped and glazed in a myriad of dark. Rosetta’s hair is too red. It’s too red like the red in my fingertips and cartilage. It’s so red in almost black as it bounces in soft longing curls down her ba...
Submitted to Contest #225
Blue specks ring out from the soft egg yolk center, fading deep into the silk white stars. My hair melts into the cerulean lagoon, my toes gripping the white sand as my body bobs between the point the water reaches the shore. The salty pool lapped against my fingertips as I spread my arms out to my sides. I could feel the heaviness ripple and swirl between my hands. The blue galaxy above me casts a mesmerizing reflection on the water, illuminating my skin with its ethereal glow. Everything mutes. Leukos Galaxy. It’s barred. And it’s too big ...
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