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Submitted to Contest #275
*Trigger warning: sexual and physical violence* Alice is pretty sure she’s dying. Her hair started falling out in clumps three days ago. She hasn’t been able to get warm in almost a week. In the mirror she looks pale with an almost blue undertone. Cloudy white rings appeared around her irises. Yesterday, she bumped into her coffee table and the skin on her shin literally sloughed off as if it were tissue paper. No blood poured out of the wound like she expected–it just slowly oozed out in dark purple beads. And the smell. No matter how...
Submitted to Contest #274
Grandma said the Fog wasn’t there when she was a little girl, but appeared suddenly in her young adulthood. No matter the time of day or year, the coast that our town sits on always has a thick line of fog. So much so that to enter our village requires taking a long indirect route on or over the land, even though a direct cross of the water by boat or plane would make a much shorter travel. Legend says that the Fog appeared after the pearl was stolen from the great Sea Dragon. Every morning my grandmother goes out to the shore line as if to ...
Submitted to Contest #269
Words get stuck in my head. It’s like when the Barbie movie came out and suddenly people were singing “I’m a barbie girl” on loop, over and over and over again. That’s what it’s like when words get stuck in my head. They repeat until the word doesn’t even sound English anymore. If I’m lucky, it’ll stop at three times and I can get on with my day. Sometimes my brain gets cheeky and starts to throw in random accents while the word circles around a never ending drain. If I’m unlucky, which I am most of the time, my brain won’t stop at thr...
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