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Gasoline and motor oil mixed in the air with a sweet smell of caramelized sugar. The pop of soda hist as Liz Carterlean leaned against the brick wall. She slurped her drink as Pa walked into the shop. Desert air pounded against her golden flesh turning her cheeks and forehead into a blistering rose color. Liz remained almost effortlessly still but inside her organs twist and turned up and down, days like this were never easy. Why couldn't her sister just ever listen, why do they have to go trucking around the entire countr...
Submitted to Contest #101
For a third time, Madeline Sanders missed her turn, going around in endless circles. Her fingers clench the wheel, brain throbbing against her skull. The task of driving home should be easy. After all, houses don't move. Madeline has driven this street countless times. Once a week every Sunday for the past year. Wiping away invisible dirt from her cheeks, Madeline saw the turn coming up again, and this time as she has done so many before Madeline made the first tur...
Submitted to Contest #100
“Just… worthless.” He says. Decisions have repercussions. I pass the salt trying to keep my eyes dry. Foolish, he knows I don’t have allergies. The lie settles into my chest and I lick my lips free of butter and crumbs. He can see the flushed cheeks and the way his words cut deeper than any knife. The truth is I’m worthless… Heart pounding into my chest, keep it together for the kids. I watch them mindlessly plu...
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