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Weekly Contest #337
WARNING: Brief mentions of blood and cuts. Nothing graphic. “How could you do this? How could you keep this a secret from me, from our family?” Jade’s voice rises in pitch as she stares at me angrily, her eyes red with tears. My heart feels like it’s on fire, sinking into my ribcage like a stone, burning me all the way through. I clench my teeth, looking down at the shattered bowl on the floor, the ruined cookie batter spilling across the kitchen tile. The batter is new. Usually I don’t make it far into my confession before my sister drop...
Weekly Contest #293
Lily rests her elbow against the van door, her chin in her palm as she watches the scenery streak by outside the window. Grassy fields rippling in the wind, populated by sparse trees and livestock. The bright blue sky stretching above, dotted with fluffy clouds like the ones she used to make shapes out of as a kid. Today, her family is going to the lake for the first time. She’d helped her mom pack a picnic basket and a bag of spare clothes, in case anyone gets messy; but everyone knows this trip isn’t just for fun. Lily’s gaze s...
Weekly Contest #292
The shadows of raindrops dance across the ceiling above Weston’s head. He tracks them with his eyes, watching the way they mingle with the colored spots of light coming in from the windows across the room. City lights, the red, white and blue of emergency vehicles; the glow from the dance club across the street with its vibrant neon cyan and lime sign. He can hear the thump of music even from here, in his apartment on the third floor. Hear the wail of sirens driving past on the streets below. Manhattan is awake and thriving, despite th...
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