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Submitted to Contest #334
CW: This story contains themes or mentions of physical violence, gore and sexual abuse My life laid out in front of me. I had always heard that happened but the reality didn't quite hit me until it happened. Frost bit upon the tips of my fingers as they dug into the mud around me. I wanted something to hold onto but the mud kept on slipping. My nose puckered and I breathed in and out through my mouth. It showed in the air. On the rolled out life, I first saw my childhood. My very very earliest memories were ones that I hadn't even remembered...
Submitted to Contest #316
A blaze erupted from the match and it slowly brought out its light into the world. William bent over to light all four lanterns on the table. He looked out and admired his work with a smirk. Four chairs which he personally built and a table from the neighbor John. In William’s town, there was not very many people and so he made sure to be as friendly as possible to anyone who came by. William quite hated the table, always had. He found the edges unrefined and the craftsmanship shoddy. One of the corners stood up from an error in measuring. “...
Submitted to Contest #305
The rooster awoke in a bed not his, to a body that also was not his. He stared into the square mirror (an installation in every other house in the exact same spot, six feet from the bed framed by a repetitive lavender wallpaper) and beheld this new body. The feathers stopped around where a human’s collarbone would linger and short fur cropped up down to the bottom of his vessel. His paws opened and closed restlessly, an acknowledgement of how this body would never truly be his. He got up from the bed and stretched. Each room was deliberately...
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