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Submitted to Contest #334
I have been informed frequently, and without consultation, that romance is my defining trait. This is inconvenient, as I have never shown a particular aptitude for it. Courtesy, yes. Attention, certainly. A tolerance for emotional intensity, within limits. But romance—as understood in fairy tales—demands a willingness to suspend judgement in favor of feeling. I have never found this especially safe. That has stopped no one from assigning me the role. Prince Charming is not a name. It is a label that relieves people of the burden of discoveri...
Submitted to Contest #330
What if we never said goodbye? That question kept threading itself between my thoughts as I turned the key in Noah’s door—a question I both dreaded and craved the answer to. The lock gave easily, as if remembering me. The apartment exhaled damp and dust, the chill of December creeping in through the windows, infused with a lingering essence of his cologne. A padding of steps broke the silence—an approaching heartbeat. Baxter burst from the hallway, tail windmilling with joyful abandon, nails clicking on the floor. He smelled of wet fur and w...
Submitted to Contest #329
Ok. It’s alright. You’re ok. Everything will be fine. You’re safe. What I did was right. It was right. Right? But was it? I feel guilt, clawing at the edges. Breathe. Muscles tense, fingers digging into palms. Let them relax; let the water cradle you. The warmth wraps around my skin. Embracing. Jaw clenched. Relax. Release the tightness. Just float. Just be. Slow down, heart—why is it racing? Breath catching. Panic is flooding. Chest tightening. Just breathe. I hope I’m not having a heart attack. Wouldn’t that be fitting? Too dark in ...
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