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Submitted to Contest #325
The Sargasso sea is the only body of water with no coastlines. And I can get there through the hole in my bathroom floor. It is August first and there is a hole in my bathroom. I don’t have a toilet or a sink or a shower, just a clawfoot tub and a hole. Moving into my own place was supposed to be a fresh start, a chance at adulthood. But I have a hole in the bathroom floor and a gnawing sense of dread when I open my eyes in the morning. It’s August first and the early morning air is laden with a thickness that I have not before witnessed. If...
Submitted to Contest #50
As I ascend the rickety stairs, I can’t help but remember my countless days spent here with you. My hands stroke the chipped railing and with every splinter, every woodchip comes another memory of six summers ago, or as I like to call it, The Summer of Soul. I shift my eyes downward and rake my gaze up along the stairs one at a time, my eyes traversing the stairs before my feet even reach the top. I pause at the 12th step, noticing the inscribed writing “If you weren't around, I'd probably be someplace way the hell off. In the woods or some ...
Submitted to Contest #45
Kat I can’t see. I scratch at my burning eyes relentlessly but it is to no avail. I feel a cool liquid run down my face and I taste milk as I dart my tongue out to unveil the mystery substance. My itching eyes roll back in my head and as I try to force them shut, I wonder whether it is to alleviate the agonizing discomfort in my eyes or to avoid looking at the twisted scene in front of me, and I do not know. A hand attaches itself to my shoulder and I realize that I am on the ground. The hand guides me to my feet and I slowly blink o...
Shortlisted for Contest #39 ⭐️
I’m on my back. The unseasonably cool August grass tickles the back of my neck. But it is not unpleasant. I wish I could describe the feeling, the infiniteness of the stars staring down at me as I, a fraction of a grain of sand, a microcosm in the universe, am gazing up into the midnight sky. I point out The Big Dipper, to no one in particular, it is just a comfort to know that it is always in the sky, as I am always on the ground. Somebody once told me that they think of me when they see The Big Dipper and now I can’t help but to give the l...
Submitted to Contest #38
The sunflower-laden table cloth began to glow a brighter shade of yellow as the early-morning sunlight streamed in. The shiny, hardwood floors glistened as the beams of light bounced through the windows and coated Charlotte's apartment in a shimmery, iridescent glow. Charlotte stumbled down the hallway, steaming cup of coffee in hand and squinted her blue/gray eyes as those pesky light beams speared her irises like tiny, glowing swords. Despite the sunny appearance of her fifteenth-floor apartment, Charlotte felt quite the opposite. Dr...
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