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Submitted to Contest #270
For Immediate Relief of (Existential) Discomfort and Pain Excerpt from The Covens’ Guide to the Transition: When You’re in Middle Age and Your Worlds Are Colliding and A’flaming, Chapter 10, “Helpful Recipes To Keep You from Homicide When Your Ill or Dying Parents, Teenagers, and ‘Reply-all’ Co-workers Take You to the Brink of the Void” 2 tablespoons baking soda 1 cup of water2 whole lemons2 teaspoons of salt1 shot of tequila1 pillow (preferably quality down and at least full size)1 sketch or journal book1 dog (or a cat, or a...
Submitted to Contest #244
*Mild allusion to corporal punishment* I’m not sure what I’m looking at. I mean, I know it’s a photograph, taken in what’s likely the late 1970s or early 80s, grainy, featuring me, my two brothers, my sister, and my parents. My mother never believed in the “Sunday best” wardrobe customs of the time and place, and so my sister and I are dressed pragmatically, in matching red corduroy overalls with white tees, also collared with brown corduroy — seemingly the branding palette and texture of that age. My brothers are toddler- and infant-sized...
Submitted to Contest #62
Dear Luce, I wasn’t sure whether I should write this, or whether you’d even see it; I’m not even sure if you’re ok, but what the hell? After all, I’m not going to see you ever again, and I guess you only live once? Or maybe this is my chance at twice? I won’t know until I wake up and, frankly, I’m not sure what to expect. The geniuses at Mission Control assure me that this will be like going under for a quick out-patient procedure. They jack me up with the necessary equipment, down I go, and — if everything goes accordi...
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