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Erika MacNeil

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One Mo Reason

ONE MO REASON There are ten reasons why I can’t stay here anymore and only one reason I won’t leave. But if Mo-short-for-Morris left me behind like you did, there would be no point in staying, so I’m afraid to let him out, scooping him from underfoot as I shut the door behind me.  Reason Ten arrives with today’s junkmail. I stopped counting them when the pile turned into a mountain, burning them as my sole source of heat in this place. It’s only a matter of time until they come after me, trying to squeeze water from a stone. ...

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One Mo Reason

Weekly Contest #74

One Mo Reason There are ten reasons why I can’t stay here anymore and only one reason I won’t leave. If Mo-short-for-Morris left me behind like you did, there would be no point in staying, so I’m afraid to let him out, scooping him out of the way as I shut the door behind me.  Reason ten arrives with today’s junkmail. I stopped counting them when the pile turned into a mountain, burning them as my sole source of heat in this place. It’s only a matter of time until they come after me, trying to squeeze water from a stone. “Past due”,...

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The Reckoning

Weekly Contest #62

The Reckoning                                 Killian’s heart pounds along with the hypnotic beat of the tribal drums, his soles digging into the forest floor. The air cloys with sweet honeysuckle as a swarm of bees zooms past. He reaches for his knife, a gift from his aunt, Wiccan Larkin, knowing before the handle fits into his palm that it is useless against these pests, but it steadies his gait. The drone of the bees su...

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Redemption

Weekly Contest #49

REDEMPTION          Click. Pause. “It’s time.” Sigh. “Let’s go.” Not yet. Metal scrapes on concrete, chains biting fresh wounds in my ankles. My head nods, heavy with the sleep I stole before sunrise. I blink, chapped lips pursed against crooked teeth. I take a breath, my lungs ballooning inside my ribcage, the skin stretched taut across my bones. “Get up.” I turn my head, my pupils meeting yours like magnetic poles.  Gulp. A bead of salty sweat rolls into your too tight collar.  Grima...

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