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Submitted to Contest #303
There are several candles upon the altar for my vision to smear. The hue of warm firelight ebbs, and I feel just faint enough to steady myself on the edge of a rough oakwood pew. Its surface sort of peels like the shed of a snake, stings like one too. There was a time that I would give this old thing a moment of my attention, might even offer to fix it up, but now, as my unease relents and I see things more clearly, I know there is no helping what is already far gone.Father Garcia clutches his forearms with one of the greiving. The two crowd...
Submitted to Contest #295
“What am I supposed to be looking for again—” said my insufferably practical and occasionally cowardly Henry“Shhh, shut up, watch” I stared into the strip of brass smoothed against our door like I was seconds from winning a staring contest.This isn’t something I can explain. Just telling him isn’t enough. He would think I made it up, that I was writing the letters myself and shipping them to my front door so I could spin and jump around like a crazy person. Saying look at me! Look at me!! Nooo, this shit is real. Really fucking real and real...
Submitted to Contest #239
This forest is the motherland of gluttony, it writhes in the soil, sluggishly sprouts from the earth, and feeds for eternity. Amidst the forest, amidst the decay lies a heart. A breathing, beating, hungry heart. Its dirt-path veins spread along the forest searching for its next meal like the silk-trap of a spider web. But this forest is nothing if not lawful. Follow her rules and you will be safe, follow her rules and she will remain hungry. Debris snuck its way into Sparrow’s sneakers as he shuffled down the dirt path. He cursed Wr...
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