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Shortlisted for Contest #263 ⭐️
I used to have these dreams. They all started the same. I’d start off on my rooftop, under a midday sun, and feel my weight kind of flow through me. Like it was leaking out the top of my head. Then, when it was all gone, the last gram leached from the ends of my hair, my feet would lift. And I rose, and rose, and rose, up past the tree, the telephone wires, the three-storied behemoth on the other side of my block. The roads would shrink. People became ants. I’d rise into the clouds, feel their clammy embrace, drift past them. The world...
Weekly Contest #236
The fact that the espresso machine was not meant to make that sound–that hiccupping pop–was something that Sade did, in fact, remember. But she couldn’t figure out what the hell was causing the noisy spasm: it wasn’t any of the steam nozzles, the foam doohickeys, or the bottom tray, or–what was it again? Oh yes, the portafilter. It wasn’t that. She’d checked, she was certain. It was fine, probably. The damn machine hissed, gurgled, and frothed even when it was working correctly. What was a little pop every now and then? The machine...
Weekly Contest #205
Martha the pigeon does not want to be free. Today is the same. I wake up, brush my teeth, sneak into Mum’s room, and begin my pigeon heist. Martha’s cage sits on the corner of Mum’s bedside table, right where most people would place a glass of water or last night’s reading material. The route is a tricky one, but I manage to slip through the maze of laundry, sail across the bed-and-dresser canal, and elude being punctured by a stray fork in under a minute. I’m steps away from Martha’s cage when the bed rustles - I freeze, heartbeat th...
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