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Weekly Contest #341
My body recognizes him first, and my brain struggles to catch up with it. My stomach drops low as though I am on a boat at the mercy of the sea; my heart is suddenly pounding hard and fast; my hands begin to sweat. My feet are already planning their escape when her voice calls me out of it. “Mama, Mama!” I look down at my four-year-old daughter, and her green-blue eyes look up at me as she points to the heart-shaped box of chocolates put in nearly every aisle for Valentine’s Day. I get down to her level, hoping maybe he won’t see me, maybe I...
Weekly Contest #234
It wasn’t exactly like waking up from sleep. There was the taste of dirt and something musty in my mouth. It took a long time for me to understand where or what I was. There was the smell of something chemical and it made my nose wrinkle. My eyelids felt stuck and my mouth was as if it had been sealed shut. Something in my throat burned and my chest itched. I ran my hands over the white buttoned blouse and ankle-length grey skirt. My feet ached as I realized they had been crammed into a pair of shoes that was a size too small. Slowly memorie...
Weekly Contest #233
Ben would often shrug when confronted about the habit. It had caused the end of relationships, embarrassed his mother to no end and even forced him into a brutal and pathetic (on his side) fistfight. In all other ways, Ben was a very average man. The kind of man that caused little reaction in people. He was straight, of average height, and average build, his hair was light brown and so were his eyes. He was white and carried in his bones the sort of security that would mean he’d lead a pretty mild and boring life. If it weren’t for the...
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