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Winner of Contest #269 š
(CW: Grief, depression) There is a bomb in my hometown, and no one speaks about it. The park that surrounds it acts like a nest, grown up naturally around the smooth, rounded metal body that lies half buried in the soil, the ground itself embracing it. Sensible people would put it out of their minds altogether, but ever since my classmates and I discovered it by sneaking past the barbed wire fence into its clearing, I was never able to. At first, I had been disappointed. This, a charcoal grey container, half hidden by moss and bracken, was ...
Submitted to Contest #268
(CW: Memory loss, needles, abusive parenting, medical malpractice, themes of death) I awake with a start into a body. I realise I have eyes that can open, and they do so. I realise I have fingers to twitch, and they curl around the arms of the chair Iām sat on, feeling the smooth, cool wood of its arms. The material is a rich warm brown, but lacks whorls and obvious woodgrain; its flaws have been untangled and banished, leaving only a perfectly plain blank slate. The before is nothing. Before this moment of waking, I was nothing, and therefo...
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