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Submitted to Contest #326
Something caught the little girl’s eye. She let go of her mother’s hand and ran back to stare at a window filled with dolls. And what dolls! They were the most human-like Sam had ever seen, and she knew her dolls well. There were so many sizes, from Barbie-like ones to big porcelain ones, all exquisitely lifelike. They were arranged around a candy-pink wooden house with three floors. “Sam! Don’t ever run like that!”“Mommy, look! Can we go in? Please, please, please!” Sam’s mother, a high-powered London lawyer who’d never cared much for toy...
As Shona finished rinsing the last cloth in the river, she caught something in the corner of her eye. Some erratic movement, followed by a scream. She knew better than to look, but she turned anyway. Her eyes locked with Salla’s as she was dragged toward the thick jungle by her furious husband. Her best friend was about to be beaten to death, or close to it. Not an uncommon sight in the Yano tribe.She had heard stories before, but they always felt like ancient tales, things that had happened long ago. Not that violence against women wasn’t c...
Submitted to Contest #324
I wipe my tears in the shade of the only coconut tree on the island. My attempt to make fire failed again. I feel like I've been trying for years to signal my despair. I am stuck on a tiny and mean island. You can walk its length in 10 minutes. The sand clings to my skin like unwanted memories, gritty and persistent. This barren speck, barely more than a mound of rock and sand, feels like the edge of the world. The ocean stretches in every direction, a vast, indifferent mirror reflecting my darkest fears. I spend my days cursing in the scorc...
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