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Weekly Contest #51
Above me is the entire galaxy. It is dark blue and black, except in my peripheral vision, where it is a shade of blue that has no name. This blue fabric of the galaxy is speckled with tears and holes revealing the glowing light of another universe. *** Stars are born within clouds of dust and scattered through most galaxies. They are celestial bodies made of plasma, held together by their own gravity. I have always loved stars. *** I am three years old and my father wants to ...
Weekly Contest #2
No, no. I was getting dizzy, nauseous, everything around me too harsh, the lights, walls, floor of the grocery store all too starkly white, drilling into my eyes. An all-too-familiar feeling. What terrible timing. Why now? Please not now. Someone was going to approach me soon, a concerned grandmother-type, maybe, or one of those red-shirted, dull-eyed employees. The red-shirt employee would wonder why he always got the worst shift because now he had to deal with the madwoman in aisle nine – maybe he should try to find a job o...
Weekly Contest #1
Long, long lashes and eyes the color of crisp, cloudy winter days. Rosy, puckered mouths curved into little smiles as they slept. Perfect, unblemished skin save for matching birthmarks underneath their right ears. Luisa couldn’t help herself. Every night, she tiptoed to their crib and watched her two beautiful babies sleep, curled around each other, fingertips touching. Max and Miri, Miri and Max. They were carbon copies of each other, just male and female and two years apart. &...
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