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Submitted to Contest #99
Content Warning: Death of a loved one, Cancer. I regret not taking him blueberry picking. We drive on different hemispheres, now. This man who stood beside me all those days, years, summers. This man who picked gallon after gallon of blueberries. So strong. So beautiful. He was an angel before he ever received his own wings. His halo formed in the sun and shade of towering bushes. The sweet aroma of crushed blueberries on our boots. The smiles carved of the heavens and handful after handful we never paid for. One gallon turned to four, we ...
Submitted to Contest #95
TRIGGER WARNING: IMPULSIVE THOUGHTS, BLOOD, SELF HARM, , MENTAL ILLNESS REFERENCES, HOSPITALS My legs are gone. Eliza's eyes open to the thought. The static white ceiling, positioned in squares. The static noise, coming from each endless buzz. The static air, cold and pressing. Holding her in place, holding the blanket to skin and the lip between teeth and- “Let go” Ignoring. Eliza bites harder, the thought coming louder now, my legs are gone my legs are gone my legs are- “I said-” Eliza tastes copper as Blair's head appears above, her sho...
Submitted to Contest #93
Nothing was supposed to have happened. His hands touch at the rug, its fraying pattern. His mind touches the words. Matra. Proverb. Nothing was supposed to have happened. One. A party. the smell of frosting on hands, the rims of cups. The hidden magic, a drugged brownie drizzled in tinfoil chocolate lies. A cup of water weighed down in red plastic and smiles, invisible illusions blooming. One drop- a single bite- The spiraling magician would wave his wand. Nothing was supposed to have happened. There was the party, there was the girl. The wa...
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