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Weekly Contest #348
Carol's mother had always been mentally unstable and needed someone to take care of her. "You're like the mother, and I'm like the daughter," her mother said when Carol was only a child. The pressure made her into a pearl. "You okay?" the elderly woman said, grabbing Carol's arm with cold, trembling fingers, pulling her out of her thoughts and back into the moment. "Yes, just thinking about my mother. I'm sorry, it's time to change your colostomy bag. Sit here." The pearl she had become trained her to care for others, and she did it with p...
Weekly Contest #334
TAUGHT YOUNG Happily ever after was never what she was chasing. Cindy’s stepmother made certain of that. Jealous of a child who still believed in rescue, she taught Cinderella early that princes were not saviors; they were opportunities. That love, once offered, became leverage, and in a kingdom built on power, leverage was everything. She was taught to break hearts the way others broke bread: deliberately, without apology, and always to survive. The woman who taught her to wield love as a weapon would later frame her as a sunset of darkness...
Weekly Contest #331
The gift wasn’t wrapped in paper or tied with ribbon. It didn’t come in a box left on a doorstep or inside a card slipped under a door. It arrived quietly, like a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding, released just in time. It wasn’t anonymous; I know exactly who sent it, but it was unexpected. A kindness from a higher power I had spent years pushing away. God, patient as ever, must have looked at me in all my stubbornness and said, “She’s still mine. Watch what I can do.”I’d spent a long stretch of my life running, numb, reckless, and c...
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