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Submitted to Contest #55
The spaghetti laid sprawled across the white tile floor, its tendrils and red sauce glistening like entrails against a concrete slab. The plate, its skeleton, was scattered in all directions, and the entire kitchen was flecked in red from the violent tumble the dish had taken from the countertop. “What happened?” “I- I don’t know, I just moved my elbow really quickly and I guess I knocked it off the counter and I-” “Is that what’s for dinner?” Brenda looked up from the splayed corpse of the meal. Her eyes met Edward’s shiny leather lace-...
Submitted to Contest #54
This thing that had been eating holes in my head for years had finally managed to make me lose my mind. It didn’t matter that it had happened years ago. It didn’t matter that she and I didn’t talk anymore; that if I saw her on the street, I wouldn’t even recognize her. The guilt took my mind in the form of sleepless nights where I would stare at the ceiling, letting myself be consumed by an overwhelming sense of dread and regret that seemed to follow me everywhere. Every time something reminded me of her, or what I did, I would stop in my t...
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