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Submitted to Contest #47
With a dramatic sigh, you pour a cup of coffee for your husband, adding exactly two packets of sugar and two drops of “essential vitamins” before padding back to your bed. Your husband lies still, pale and wan. The lack of hair that lays atop his fragile head only accents the creases and corners of his rapidly deteriorating face. But you’re his wife. You know him better than anyone else, even if everyone around him thinks he is just a billionaire dying from old age. You tap him on t...
He was supposed to stand by you. Through fire, through flood. Through darkness, through light. Through happiness, through sadness. He was supposed to stand by you. But he left. And now all you see is his back, walking out your door. He wanted perfect. You were broken. *** Beauty was never your strong side, always slumping too far to the left. It manifested in a shape of almond eyes on your tanned skin from the sweltering sun. It manifested as a s...
Submitted to Contest #46
Iris set the pencil down. She had tried every single day, her lithe fingers trembling as it enclosed around the yellow wood. The yellow had worn down into brown, from her fingers rubbing over it in worry. Yet the words refuse to flow into her brain, refusing to flow down from her fingers into the white crisp paper. Her Talent was gone, ever since being drained from her two years ago. She missed that familiar rush of Energy that flowed into her when she began writing, that familiar rush of Words tha...
The White King sat atop his golden throne, his fair head observing the rich below him. His daughter, the little angel, sat next to him, her wide blue eyes absorbing the shining golden heads of his subjects milling around beneath their room. The White Kingdom, the kingdom to rule them all, was composed of those with fair blonde heads and beautiful blue eyes. Purity was what the White Kingdom emphasized. The White King’s new experiment was his daughter: to teach her only the expressions of happiness. His daughter would ...
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