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Submitted to Contest #275
The temperature plummeted overnight, turning rain into heavy, wet snow. Jane turned off the highway. A long, winding road led down to the shore, flanked by huge swathes of untouched snow. She rounded the bend, saw her destination. Rows of blue and yellow trailers bit through the snow like crooked teeth. The faded peeling pastels surreal against the serene blanket of unceasing white.She drove to the end of the road and parked by the lake. She walked down to the water across snow-covered sand. The shoreline gave way to a blanket of pale b...
Submitted to Contest #249
Trigger Warning: This story includes themes of violence and mental health. The car ribboned down the road. Trees and streams blurred by out the window. Pleasant sounds filled her ears. Forest noise. Natural static. Squirrels scurried overhead, scrounging for food to take back to their hoards. Insects chirped and buzzed, not yet scared away by the late autumn chill, singing their last songs before hiding away for the winter.The leaves had started to change. Some stayed green. Others transformed into oranges, yellows, and reds. They were at a ...
Submitted to Contest #248
On a Wednesday night in the summer of 1968, I left my mother’s house in Lubbock, Texas, in the dead of night, knowing I could never go back.On a Friday morning at a bus stop in the middle-of-nowhere, Arizona, I met the man who would change my life.I sat on a worn wooden bench, waiting for the number thirteen bus to San Bernardino. Jim Morrison crooned in my headphones as I thumbed through a paperback of Rosemary’s Baby I picked up at a bus station in Santa Fe. I stared with indifference at the desert, stretched to the horizon. Heat rose from...
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