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Ilse Leen

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Seventy Hours, Give or Take Forever

Ilse Leen

Submitted to Contest #314

I can’t sleep.Also, I can’t wake up.That is a paradox, right? Let me explain.For the past few weeks—it might have been even longer—I’ve been stuck in this increasingly shapeless world. Smell was the first to go, obviously. It was one of the latest features they added, just a few months ago. The colors and sounds have all but faded, the dimensions are sagging and wonky, and the objects around us are definitely starting to bleed into one another. Just take a look at the chairs we’re sitting in. Are they really two separate chairs? Or is it mor...

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Gravy

Ilse Leen

Warning: This story deals with the death of a loved one. When Grandma reached across the table for the gravy, Sadie knew. It was the movement that had triggered the smell. The hand floated across the table like a grappling hook struggling to find purchase. It trembled. Sadie retreated into the chair as far as she could—her chin almost touching her chest in a fairly accurate impression of Jabba the Hutt—to make sure the bony claw would not touch her in any way. A small groan escaped her lips, and Pollock threw her a disapproving look before ...

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Staring Back At Me

Ilse Leen

Submitted to Contest #258

When I open the folder, there is only one photo in there. Weird. There should've been hundreds of tiny squares. What happened? My camera didn't display any errors this afternoon. Did I miss it? I was focused on the job, it being my first time and all. Or maybe the memory card was damaged somehow? My equipment became soaked while hanging around that putrid-smelling food cart. Crappity-crap. I really should take some waterproof bags and put more thought into my outfit when I go out next. Or, if, rather. If I ever get another assignment. Crap, ...

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