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Submitted to Contest #54
Pandora was laced in the arms of her husband. His warm body comforting her trembling figure. He murmured his forever love for her as she rocked, eyes tightly closed from the horror she’d unleashed. Hours past on the cold bedroom floor. Her trembling subdued as the sun peeked it’s face and returned the light blue to the sky. She slept, the gods laughing at their inevitable invention and sounds of the first guttural cough echoed throughout the city. Days later, news reached the palace ears of a village child with contorting limbs and spine. ...
Submitted to Contest #44
We pass a melody back and forth, through the empty space between us. 'Goodbye my lover’.'Goodbye my friend’.'You have been someone’.'I think it's ''the one’'.'You have been someone for me’.We giggle. It is an eruption of glee. When we’re together we are a volcano about to spew out love. Although Theia is metres away from me, pretending to be dragged away from the cafe I work in, I feel the glow of her company as if she is koala bear hugging my side. She is mid-way out the door and I am imprisoned behind the counter in my worn out apron ...
Submitted to Contest #38
Did you realise what you were doing?…Did you intend to destroy it?…People like you make me-‘Just wanted to touch…’He had claimed to be sick so that they couldn’t transport him to a cell. Begrudgingly left in a little room, he was kept company by lilac and pink walls and a tiny bed. Had they intended this as a poke to his masculinity? If so, it was an amusing punishment; He was used to being alone, it felt comfortable. He’d hid from his many brothers when they’d sought him out to play at age 8 and he’d clung to his isolation at 15 when t...
Submitted to Contest #35
I thought they were weeds. They were in my front garden, leaves first, and I thought about pulling them. If I’m being truly honest with myself, I hardly entertained the idea. This was because, years ago, when I bought soil and pots and seeds, the end result was devastating because instead of a raspberry bush I’d grown a large weed. My eldest sister pointed it out and therefore, I was in huge denial for a long time, continuing to water it, with some suspicion. This reminds me of how some reptiles and birds will sneak an egg of their own into ...
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