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Submitted to Contest #220
(TW: body horror, description of a panic attack, death) Nana always called it baking, but it didn’t feel like baking to Caleb. To him, it felt sort of like alchemy, or maybe even magic. It was a secret they held together, creation for the sole purpose of creation. It was the construction of something wretched, something wrong, and it was damnation and blasphemy. Cruelty and morbidity. But Nana just called it baking. “It goes in the oven,” she would tell him when he mentioned it, “so it must be baking.” From where he...
Submitted to Contest #149
[content warning for transphobia and language] My mom was waiting for me at the front door when I got home from school that day. Based on her stormy expression and the report card crumpled in her fist, I could already guess which lecture she was gearing up for, so I swerved and went through the garage door instead. “Chelsea!” she shouted after me, hurrying down the front steps so she could keep bothering me, “Get your ass back here. We need to talk about this.” “No, we don’t,” I said, booking it as fast as I could towards t...
Submitted to Contest #39
Dawn approached the desert differently that morning. In some ways, the deviation was barely noticeable; light still crested the horizon, sending gold spreading over cool sand like an infection. Plants that had been on the land for decades slowly began coming to life, while habitual early-risers waited patiently for the day’s first breath to warm their faces. The sky, ever consistent in its inconsistency, still held the same fading constellations from the night before. In all the ways it didn’t matter, the desert awoke as it always did. ...
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