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Submitted to Contest #90
Withering away, not as sprightly as it once was, the tree sits atop the hill at the bottom of the Carnwath farm. Scars are running along the trunk and the blistered bark invested with a mustard tint. The crispy auburn leaves cling to the wrinkled, twisting branches. Skinny, creeping branches collect at the bottom of the trunk, trying to reach for any opportunity to sprout new life. Signs of old ones are left. Chipped pink and blue paint. Four tiny scratches itched out. A carving of old lovers’ names. The tree’s birth itself. Claire Crawford ...
Submitted to Contest #72
Lynda Blair’s piercing screams roll through the streets. They creep into neighbouring houses. Each citizen inside their cocoons race to their windows in order to notice the screeching mahogany car scramble out of the community, hoping to disappear beneath the horizon. As Private Investigator Turnbull arrives into the grand entrance of the Blair household, the blinding white of the walls and furniture immediately overwhelms them. Each surface is impeccable. Each mirror shimmering, lacking any smudge from dirty fingerprints. There is not a toy...
Submitted to Contest #70
The sun glistens as it lays to rest on top of the horizon. The warm breeze shivers up and down my spine. I hear my voice shrill, ‘Fine then! You’d be better off dead!’ And as my voice echoes around the bridge, suffocating us, Olive sinks down in slow motion, her clothes attempting to morph into a parachute and a single tear reaching down her cheek. Nikole inhales slowly and then pats her lap. She’s staring into my soul with a deafening condescension. My file is held tightly in her grip and she squeezes the corners as she talks. ‘Do you know ...
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