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Submitted to Contest #288
The sand is scorching hot when Tanya places her bare feet atop it. She inhales sharply through her nose at the feeling, and exhales far more harshly, exasperated that she still isn’t used to the awful feeling against her skin, despite living in this area since she was a young child. Tanya believes that the sun wishes to whip and scorn her—and her entire town—on days like this. It’s brutality has only gotten worse as the years pass them all by. She believes, too, that their god has deserted them all. She believes that the sun, ever-present a...
Submitted to Contest #287
The sun shines across the horizon, turning what was once a blue sky into an array of pink and purple hues. Holly glances down at her hiking partner and pauses, a smile making its way across her face. Oliver begins wagging his tail, tongue lolling out of his mouth.“Hold on, boy. Just need to get a picture of this.” Holly reaches down to scratch behind Oliver’s ears before shrugging off her pack and pulling her camera out of it. Holly knows for a trip like this, that bringing her prized camera was perhaps not the smartest idea—at the end of th...
Submitted to Contest #286
It’s dark outside when Jane cracks the egg and holds it, fingers shaking, over the frying pan.Drip, drip, drip…The yellow yolk slides, as if in slow motion, to meet sizzling butter. Bits of eggshell follow after it. Jane wants to pinch the bridge of her nose as the liquid egg mixes with hard bits of shell, and then she wants to scream and cry and shout. But she can’t—not with egg now splattered across her fingers and dripping down her arms. It cascades down, slowly and steadily, as if taunting her.Jane grits her teeth and turns towards the s...
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