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Submitted to Contest #284
“GET UP.” My eyes slammed open to the hulking silhouette of my father looming over me, my big brother’s hand in his vice grip. I held my breath as he recklessly dragged us from my room, tripping down the stairs, skidding on the foyer. With sleep in my eyes I searched for my mother, craning my neck, desperately seeking her out as the pale morning light threatened to escape through the kitchen blinds. He whipped us around to the second set of stairs, the tops of my feet burning against the berber carpeting as they scraped the steps, our bodies...
Submitted to Contest #255
“GET UP.”My eyes slammed open to the hulking silhouette of my father looming over me, my big brother’s hand in his vice grip. I held my breath as he recklessly dragged us from my room, tripping down the stairs, skidding on the foyer. With sleep in my eyes I searched for my mother, craning my neck, desperately seeking her out as the pale morning light threatened to escape through the kitchen blinds. He whipped us around to the second set of stairs, the tops of my feet burning against the berber carpeting as they scraped the steps, our bodies ...
Submitted to Contest #119
My thick, dark soprano wafted heavy Verdian tones throughout every somber room. Desdemona’s “Willow Song” explored the corners like slow moving lava, blanketing every inch of the meticulously clean, egg shell tinted, cold, stone walls. Sometimes the wind stole an echoing phrase to the cafe along the highway, swept over the dry, empty field, where the local, wine-soaked farmers spoke of hearing music no one else heard, much less believed. The freezing cold waters of the Mediterranean were heard in the distance lapping up agains...
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