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Submitted to Contest #303
The first time I saw her, I was rejecting a proposal from the love of my life. Tentative rays of sunshine bled through the blackened sky as Finn tugged me toward the shoreline, insistent like he always was when a sweeping declaration was on the way. I knew it was coming, scoped the ring in his dresser weeks before, and tried it on for good measure, sliding it over my knuckle and grinning as it locked snugly into place.The wet sand folded around my bare feet as he turned to face me, goofy grin spreading wide. I bounced on my toes, already los...
Submitted to Contest #301
The steady drip, drip, dripping of the faucet is the only real thing in Nat Harper’s world. Liquid blooms into a perfect teardrop, reaches its breaking point, and free-falls into the porcelain basin below. Another will follow in its tracks, the cycle repeating for days, weeks, months on end until the world becomes a series of storms and brief respites of calm. “Nat, stay with me.” Nat looks into the tiny screen propped on the counter. Her face is reflected back: red, blotchy, and miniaturized beneath the concerned expression of her ...
Submitted to Contest #300
Smoke thickens and curls on Lilah’s tongue as she shoulders through the crowd of teenagers, their laughter clinging to her like the nauseating scent of ash. She upturns a red solo cup, desperate to drown the night. Her name bounces around her, but she ignores it, tossing the cup aside and fishing keys from her pocket with shaking hands. A hand closes around her elbow and jerks her backward, tearing at the knitting of her cardigan. Lilah spins to face the furrowed brow of her best friend, hair falling in chestnut waves around her face...
Submitted to Contest #297
The full moon is setting over Lucie Cordova’s last closing shift. She imagines it will come as a shock, the general manager sleepwalking through the doors to find the stools still stacked, bar towels unwashed, cash drawer unbalanced. He will call her phone, that vein in his neck popping as he stomps into the kitchen, spies the cracked freezer, another affront added to the list.Her phone will ring again and again, the drum of vibration growing louder from the heart of the icy pit until he pulls open the door, recoils away from the blood, coug...
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