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Submitted to Contest #273
You meet her in her garden, surrounded by brambles and thicket. The flowers have long since died, but the blooms stubbornly cling to their branches. A thick silence shrouds this world, one where the only life is you and her.Your breath is shallow, your legs collapsed under you from the strain of being prey. She finds you, a warm hand grazing your cheek."Hello, poor traveler. You may believe yourself dead, but your body persists. Allow me to tend to these wounds and perhaps your will as well."You find yourself in a glass conservatory, where t...
(Trigger warnings for mental health issues, trauma, past non-sexual grooming, and mild self-harm.)Lace’s hands twitched as they stared down at the cardigan laid out on their bed, the only sound the oscillating ceiling fan moving the humid air inside their bedroom. They had turned off their music, not thinking their indie beats would be helpful in making such a loaded decision. The sweater was a creamy white, made of a material that was almost certainly formed with synthetic micro-plastics. It was soft to the touch, not that Lace would feel i...
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