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Submitted to Contest #165
Reminiscing “Okay, okay. I’m sorry.” My cheek still stung and my sister’s shit-eating smirk didn’t help. The close circle around me dissipated. Dad took his seat back on his chair, turning the TV up louder and my mother sat by her laptop, I can hear the bells of her game chirping from the speaker. My sister sits next to my mom, laying her head and my mom’s leg, my mother’s hand instantly stroking her hair gently. I’m jealous. I can admit it. My mother and I never really got along, I had been a daddy’s girl my whole childhood, until his ye...
I hadn’t been home in a long time. It was impossible for a while. I was going to visit home after my last work trip. Now, work was something I barely thought about. My mind filled with the next place I’m going to get to stuff food rations and water into my backpack, the only semblance of my home I had. They took our clothes after we left the bunker in New York, giving us some cherry red jumpsuits, citing some bullshit about ‘it helps us all keep track of each other.’ After spending four years i...
Submitted to Contest #161
The stinging pitch of singing steam rang over the soft music and the hum of mumbled words. The dark, thick smell conquering the fading smell of wet floor cleaner clinging in the cracks of the floor. The bight yellow sign stuck out with warning. Warning. Did she need a warning? There was so much noise in her head, it was hard to tell if she was a danger or not. The knife of the mornings memories up to the hilt in her mind. The anxious tightness in her neck that just wouldn't fade. She hadn't mean to let the bastard escape. If he knew better, ...
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