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Submitted to Contest #296
For as long as I can remember I’ve been an outcast. Ignored, set aside, overlooked. Called out for every little thing despite doing my best to fit in. I don’t know when I realized that I didn’t get the same rulebook as everyone else. Maybe as early as 7 or 8 years old? Maybe it was in middle school, when I was told I was weird for giving hugs to friends? Maybe it was further back than that, as a small child perfectly happy to play all alone because there was no one there to be my friend. I prefer the loneliness, to be honest. Loneliness is ...
Submitted to Contest #293
Endless void out the window. You can hardly tell whether there is some kind of space whizzing past, or trees, or the gullet of some fantastically huge animal. Being able to see the stars helps, but the roof of the car keeps getting in the way. The landscape keeps shifting from open to covered; you think you remember mom saying you would be driving through some forests soon. You can’t sleep. Days in the car and everything is stiff and sore. “A few more hours,” they say like they mean it. I mean, you knew it would be a long trip. Cross c...
Now death is to me like health to the sick, like the smell of a lotus, like the wish of a man to see his house after years of captivity. If only there was one that could see beyond death, to the life within. If only there was one that could bring the spark back - wouldn’t that be grand? In the land of Dubba Sa, there is endless, unceasing sorrow. The land, what little vegetation there is, the people and the animals; all are interchangeable, woven in shades of nothing. The sameness is timeless. How can one tell time when every hour of the day...
A primal scream, a terrified response. Her eyes flew open, beholding the jungle spread before her. Where was she? How did she get here? Last thing she remembered was falling asleep in her bed, in her cozy apartment. Southeast Texas can get humid, but it has nothing on the muggy air she’s now struggling to breathe. “Ugh, what the hell?”, she says. “What happened? And where the hell am I?” She sat up and looked around, trying to orient herself. It looked like she just fell asleep at the base of a tall fig tree, covered in vines and with ...
Submitted to Contest #290
They dance. Endlessly, they dance. Circling, and twirling around their center they dance. Like twin flames they sparkle in the darkness. They are inspiration for those that view them, flaming in the dark while those below lay entwined in sensual caresses. Burning endlessly in the void they are inspiration and aspiration for those who meet in the dark to share intimate words and sweet embraces. Circling and dancing do they bring joy and wonder. All who view them see their endless delight in each other. How their light and flames twine and ...
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