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Submitted to Contest #192
They’re digging graves behind the roadshow. Three men with worn shovels and off-kilter wide brim hats dig into the red dust. Another man walks along, setting a stone at the top of each of the open pits. I take a draw of the cigarette, wet between my lips and blow out a stream of smoke. I watch them sweating as they dig. But I don’t ask why. Dropping the cigarette on the ground, I put a blue raspberry sucker in my mouth, and bite the stick between my teeth. One of the men notices me and stops digging. I raise a hand and turn away.&n...
Submitted to Contest #139
TW: Contains mentions of mental health, anorexia, suicide and instability March 28 5:09:37 AM I don't think I should be here. I ponder it often, why I am even here. It’s not like I think I would be better off dead or any of that shit, I just don't know if I belong here. Sometimes, instead of seeing the ceiling above my bed at night, I see versions of myself, all jumbled in with the sticky glow in the dark stars I still haven’t taken down since my sleepover birthday party when I was eight. I see myself if I was black, maybe shorter...
Submitted to Contest #124
Alright, just breathe, relax. Chase Green had a beautiful mind, dripped in honey and malt, pure genius. She's the one who said we should play. In December when the ground was frozen hard as stone as the weather took a turn. In December when the air smelled of spiced pears and cracked pepper. It whirled around us as we ran, streaming in luxurious patterns from the homes lining the old dirt road. There were five of us then. First breathe in. Asher Kent had a poisonous mind, washed in salt and syrup, absolute darkness. He’s the one who ...
Submitted to Contest #123
The girl seemed alright. In the dark shadows behind the stage, she seemed to glow. Ms. Americana, Madam president, the Czarina of the theatre. Romeo found her dead. A spotlight shown on her body, illuminating the dark shadows under her eyes, the glitter on her cheeks like a haunted sugar skull, left by the world to end it all in one glorious finale. People laughed, people cheered as Romeo found her body, shock etched into the lines of his butterscotch face. I remember cheering, her performance so perfect, so eerily real. I recall...
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