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Weekly Contest #297
This story contains elements of Mental health, Substance abuse, and Physical violence. The kettle hisses in the dim light of the kitchen. I swiftly pour the steaming liquid into the cups, hurrying because I have a date with a ghost. I am certain, without a shadow of a doubt, that ghosts are real. I am not mad. From a young age, I have been able to see the dead. My grandmother. She perished when I was very young from complications of the heart, they had told me, but I am sure she died from a broken one. My mother broke her heart. She had sto...
Weekly Contest #295
Cars honk as they idle dead-stoped in traffic. Their motors hum louder and louder, eager to race against each other. But they are trapped, unaware of what is above them. The pulsing world mixed with my heartbeat as I ran through the streets. The scent of wildflowers and the earth caused an ache between my eyes, the scent growing stronger as it mingled in the aftermath of heavy rain. Zig-zagging my way around the maze of cars and slippery asphalt, leaving a muddy path behind me. I was running from it, the sky. I stopped as I jumped up onto th...
Weekly Contest #291
The mug fits comfortably into his hands, hot with a thin fog of steam that tangles into the air, dissipating into an invisible vapor. “Cream?” she asks, gently grazing his shoulder with a tender touch that said, hello, I love you. She did this effortlessly, darting between the fridge and stove, a whirlwind of mechanical movements as she stuffed a bagel in her mouth. A swift click as she checked off the daily schedule, followed by a harsh thump as she kicked the dishwasher closed without missing a step, and poured herself a cup of coffe...
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