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Submitted to Contest #292
Lina dreamed again. It came to her in jagged flashes—loud, bright, too much all at once. The world in her dream was wrong.The grass wasn't grass. The sky wasn't sky. The trees, the flowers, the people's clothes—none of it looked normal. The ground beneath her feet was too alive, the sky too vast, everything pulling at her in strange, unfamiliar ways. It wasn't gray. It was— She didn't know the word. But it felt dangerous. She woke with a start, her breath shallow, the Neutralizer's hum vibrating through the wall...
Submitted to Contest #291
Everybody has a hobby. Some collect stamps. Others collect action figures. Some even collect porcelain clowns, which is a cry for help.Me? I collect something a little more… intimate.Now, before you judge me, let me explain. It started as a joke. A harmless tradition. I went on my first date at sixteen with a girl called Molly. She had a laugh like a dying goat and breath that hinted at a serious dental hygiene issue. Still, she was my first date, and as a memento, I pocketed the receipt from our dinner. Cute, right?Fast forward a few years,...
Submitted to Contest #290
My apartment door won’t close because of the cats. Not my cats—I don’t own any. But every Wednesday at 6 PM, they arrive for group therapy, climbing five flights up to my South Bronx walk-up, where the elevator has been broken since the Obama administration. The building leans slightly to the left, like it’s tired of standing. The super only fixes things if they’re actively on fire.It started with one stray, a battle-scarred tabby wearing tiny wire-rimmed glasses. I found him sitting in my hallway, studying the eviction notice that had falle...
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