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Weekly Contest #54
Blonde hair fell into her face as she pleaded for just one more night, one more night with her son. She knew she was a mess, her mascara running and the eyeliner that she’d caked all the way around her eyes mixing with sweat and tears. It was time to bring Micha home though, to his father and stepmother’s house. How had she let things get this far? It seemed like only a few weeks when it had, in fact, been years of dragging everyone around her through this toxic waste dump she called her life. How had she let things ...
Weekly Contest #53
I smiled as I watched small trickles of sticky red juice run down Micha’s arm. He was making an absolute mess of his popsicle, but that’s what wipes were for, right? Besides, the heat was sweltering and if the worst part of our day was keeping cool under the shade of a big tree eating melting treats I don’t figure we’re doing that bad.Summers in Louisiana are hot with a humidity in the air that hangs oppressively to try and force the residents of the state indoors. I am not one to stay inside when there was so much sunshine, s...
“ The leaves are a hue of bright green I haven’t seen in a long time. Summer out here isn’t swelteringly hot like it is back home where the humidity hangs in the air thick and oppressive. My friends came here to enjoy sitting around the living room drinking and playing games, but I came here to write and connect with the person I feel like I lost along the way. It’s difficult being a writer, when you tell people you write they look at you differently. It’s almost like you tell them you sell umbrella insurance or you’re a ...
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