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Submitted to Contest #51
IOrion, that’s all he knew.And he wasn’t even looking at it.The river Eridanus had in what could only be described as an up-then-down slope a third of the way, where three stars aligned and fooled him for the belt, a familiar sighting on his behind all those years growing up. His mother didn’t read short stories before bed, she would make them, as they followed round the night sky discovering constellations every weekend. Some were real, some she imagined, but she never wanted to take from him what was real or not. His father on the other ha...
Submitted to Contest #50
I may not be vomiting any spaghetti, but Eminem wasn’t far off. Sweat’s running through both palms and my armpits. Cold and clammy, I button up the last on my shirt and tighten my belt buckle. There’s no way I would stand straight if there wasn’t a prop, these knees will chicken out halfway through, leaving me a blubbering mess.My words are as good as the tone out of my mouth. I can’t really screw this up as it’s strictly a one-night only. Well, matinée. There’s an hour left and I already heard the car over the gravel. My sister picked me up...
Submitted to Contest #49
That clock. You would think for a shrink’s office she wouldn’t put such a loud ticker. My anxiety kicks in and I try recalling the breathing exercises she gave me, but all I could muster was holding my breath, blowing out before I pass, then holding it again. Another patient just came and sat opposite. Must be for the other office. Husband-and-wife team. I wonder if they get therapy. I sit cross-legged to hide my leg shake, but the flurry of my heel is relieving to me. I change legs, right over left and grab a magazine from the table between...
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