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Submitted to Contest #203
Winston flexed his fingers, watching his skin turn white as it pulled taunt over muscle and bone and then reverted back to brown as he relaxed. There was something grounding about knowing his body worked in such a mechanical way. He always did this before a fight. The lanky blonde had been asking for it. All he had done was ask a pretty girl at the bar if he could buy her a drink. She had smiled, but then, all of the sudden, the guy got in his face, told Winston that was “his girl,” and dragged him outside. Apparently, talking to a gi...
Submitted to Contest #178
The only Christmas that Cassie ever remembered feeling true, unbridled joy for was when she burned down her first Christmas tree. Seeing the searing orange flames that had charred the left corner of their small living room and incinerated the measly stack of presents beyond recognition was immensely satisfying. Even more satisfying, however, had been the look on her parent’s faces. Truly, it was a sight to see. Cassie had been eight. Old enough to tie her own shoes, to make her own bed, and to cook her own meals of macaroni and count...
Submitted to Contest #97
It’s been harder to sleep, recently, I think as I look out my window, fogged up with the opaque blackness of the night. It never used to be this way. I used to be able to fall asleep within minutes, my breath slowing into a steady rhythm and my mind falling silent. Now, each breath I take in the darkness of my room pulls an imaginary string tighter and tighter around my heart. The string is merciless, imprisoning my mind in a state of consciousness that makes it harder to ignore the ever-present pit in my stomach. During the day, I...
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