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Submitted to Contest #180
*Profane/Suggestive language* Dear God, It is I, yes, your humble servant yet again. I know it’s the eighth time today, so? What else do you expect from me? And given the circumstances how could I not call on you, did you see that?! This past week has been trifling and do mean absolutely trifling, Lucifer himself would throw in the towel—only you can undo and fix this, Jesus! Please. Stepping in fresh dog shit was just unfortunate icing on the cake. And it feels as if you’re testing me Lord, what do you need me to do? Do you hate me? My ...
Submitted to Contest #175
“Today’s a new day. Today’s the day of new beginnings. Today’s the day of what them Sunday school teachers and preachers talk about every week. Ah, yes, optimism and good ol’ hope! I can feel it in my bones that today, this day, June the 10th, 1947—it will be one worth remembering. Just take one big whiff of that rich southern air? Smells like mama in there making one them pies, don’t it?” “Mhmm.” “Say, I think she is!” Alabama is one those of states that one doesn’t vacation to very often unless you’re from there or have an extensive family...
Throughout my entire life I have dreamed of a world that hears. I have dreamed of a world that listens rather than dismisses me and my feelings, as if we’re both debris frolicking in any evenings gust of wild winds. But my world? My reality? It has been overwhelming yet beautifully grafted so that I can persevere and overcome any obstacle in my path. Well, I’m lying. My life, it has been—in a phrase—going down shits creek. No one knows my name and I have one uniquely unrecognizable face but as for my energy? It either draws one near or repel...
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