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Submitted to Contest #206
I shifted on the brown leather couch, unsure of how to even allow myself to say what I came here to say. The embarrassment was settling inside me, but what came out was a yawn. ”I take it you didn’t sleep last night?” Dr. Wye tilted his head and looked at me over his glasses, but not in the judgmental way…well, I guess it was in the “judgmental” way. I was here to be judged by him in a way. Yet, he wasn’t the issue. I had been there for at least ten minutes already (or maybe a year, time was an illusion at this point), and couldn’t quite ma...
Submitted to Contest #169
tw: gore/blood, death of a child The two kids sat in a semi circle on the living room’s floor, dry towels underneath them and their individual pumpkins. Ari, their mother, leaned on the doorway with no door separating the kitchen from the living room. She looked at Jack, the youngest at ten, and smiled as he tried to cut the pumpkin with a butter knife (after his father had started on the design). His tongue popped out of his mouth and made its way to the side of his mouth, where it typically stayed while he was focused and busy at...
Submitted to Contest #164
Note: this story does mentions a child passing away (not graphic/not the way of passing...just that one has) Where I come from I’m the small lima bean an hour away from a bean I go to look up at Wondering why people gawk and laugh as they look at themselves in odd shapes Wondering why I look even smaller And why people only come see this city Instead of mine Janiyah stood at the mic in front of a crowd of teachers, students, and some of her family members. Her voice shook as she tried to remember her lines, holding her ...
Submitted to Contest #141
Hey Movie Aliens! Welcome back for another installment of Mar’s Movie Critique. Unfortunately, I have some bad news for you all today: The HeroMan movie was garbage. But before you go and add me to the list of people who believe I don’t know what I’m talking about just because I don’t get the hype around a new movie in a beloved franchise, just hear me out. Well, I went to see this movie the day it was released (last Friday) with my now ex girlfriend. We were under the impression that this would be the movie that gave mor...
Submitted to Contest #113
This is my worst nightmare. I’m alone, in the middle of an alleyway, way after the sun has clocked out. There’s one street lamp, but it taunts me. “I can just choose not to flicker back on. I can just go out for good, and you won’t even be able to see a foot in front of you.” There’s patches of grass and dirt hugging the brick walls that are at my sides. Thought: Ahead, or backwards. Your only two options. Make the right choice. I reach up to adjust the glasses on my face, but of course they aren’t there. They’re never ...
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