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Submitted to Contest #274
Mr. Miller is not the first to die. It always starts in the basement. That is where I live. The men, or devious children, always discover the basement within the first week or two of moving. They open the poorly hidden door with some curiosity, and immediately try to find a light source due to the darkness of the room. Dust and earthly smells fill their nostrils, and after fumbling around a few minutes or so, they find the beady string that turns on a poorly lit light bulb. There is just enough light to walk around, slowly, and make out so...
**This story has nothing to do with the theme of the prompt. It ties into my other story "Color." Thank you.** He knew I would listen. Innocence is a silly thing. I am pure, the purist; but I listened. I sat and listened until I didn’t exist in my space anymore but in his, in that moment, in his creation. He created me, he created her. We are innocent. She listened, I listened, we listened together in his silence. It was the only thing that had the courage to speak, the thing that condemned us both, killed us. I listened. I hea...
Submitted to Contest #163
I am simple. I am a simple woman who likes simple clothes and simple food. I find no significant meaning in people or objects, I simply just exist in this home of mine. My very simple home that holds no plants or fancy televisions or abstract art. No flower vases or pictures of my nieces and nephews on my walls; I like things simple. I am very peculiar about the colors in my home. I like simple colors. White carpets and white tile flooring, the walls and cabinets grey. I exist in almost no color at all. I dislike orange and violet...
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