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Submitted to Contest #301
I’m sure you have seen the movie 27 Dresses. I’m sure you laughed and cried and cheered for whats-her-face (who looks completely flawless even when she’s supposed to be crying, or caught in the rain, or really just any moment where she’s supposed to be ugly) when she finally finds love. It’s a very real concept, there are lots of whats-her-faces out there like me, but unlike 27 Dresses girl, we don’t find love. And, half the time…we don’t even get deemed good enough for the label of bridesmaid. And I’m sorry, but it’s demented to actually k...
Submitted to Contest #250
The thing I love about Texas is that you can’t strip the wild from the taste of the air. I stand on the front steps of my home, the colonial columns meticulously polished and gleaming in the bright light of the moon. The darkened porch, shaded from the prying white eye of the moon yawns into the sticky night. My satin black dress begins at my low back and drapes down the two porch stairs like a tongue slithering from the maw of a beast. The thick air quickly forms droplets on my back and pricks under the nest of braids nestled at the b...
Submitted to Contest #44
He screams to her over the whipping wind, “You should never have told me you can’t swim.” For a moment, she thinks she hears a twinge of regret in his voice but she can’t be sure. This boy she trusted, cared for… doesn't matter. It’s too late now anyway. His strong fingers bury deeper into her hair like snakes burrowing in sand to escape the rain. The rain. The wind would be bearable without the rain. It’s cold and tinged with salt, cutting into her face and mixing with tears to blur her vision. He pushes her further along the rocks. O...
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