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Submitted to Contest #286
I grew up with this guy called Firefly. The first reason we called him that was because his house– a lonely, faded blue box at the top of the far hill– kept the lights on through every odd hour of the night. The second reason we called him that was that he collected explosives like loose change. A boy with weird hobbies, that Firefly. He would grill a half rack for breakfast each Tuesday morning during middle school, and wait for the scent to waft down towards the schoolyard that same dewy dawn. Then he’d spread his arms wide and take it in....
Submitted to Contest #274
Clouded sunlight filtered into monochromatic foliage. The flowers, pale and unfamiliar, were blanketed in icy crystals. Roger didn’t pay them any mind. He always lost time when he looked at them. His arms ached from the weight. A long, thick stretch of living flesh wrapped four times around his ribs, one end dangling to his thigh and the other sloping over his shoulder and down to the black dirt. It stretched out into the trail behind him, so long the other end was eaten by the fog. Roger dragged it step by aching step, now used to walking u...
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