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Weekly Contest #54
Letter to a Phantom Lover Dear Karl, Thank you for visiting my sleep last night. A long-awaited, enchanted gift. For being young, shy, fresh, and untainted. Alive. In spite of the sick, sad condition of this ill-treated world we share, or I assume we share, I would like to imagine you are alive somewhere, under the same sun and moon as I, if not the same leafy shade and blood-stained sunset. So many decades since we exchanged a word or glance—it was never much more than that. Still, there was such enormous longing. The kind of tormente...
Weekly Contest #20
Winter Wonderland On Christmas morning, Alice was startled awake by the sound of her own wheezing. The cold had moved into her chest, it seemed. She strongly suspected that it was no longer simply a cold, but hadn't the money to find out. There was a $200.00 deductible on the insurance provided by the law office for which she worked. She had just been dreaming that she was skin diving, but every time she tried to breathe through the snorkel, she choked down water instead of air. She awoke at the point of panic, the initial stages of drownin...
Weekly Contest #11
Home of the Brave It is 1955. My mother, 25 years-old with long, swept back chestnut curls, deep dimples and pearly teeth, is wearing an apron over her tightly-waisted, flared skirt falling just below the knee, and cap-sleeved cotton blouse, all hand-made and carefully ironed. I am two and a half years-old and the...
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