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Submitted to Contest #70
A little patch of water where the smallest of guppies swam was where we were headed. The radio was off, jazz was playing, but the sound of the car jutting and sputtering over itself was all I could think of. I remember not feeling that blue and white cooler in my lap. I remember the driver, my papa, had a scowl on his face before we got in the car. I used to wonder what he was so upset about...whenever the silence rose between us. “Almost there,” My mother hummed with a hint of emotion. “We shouldn’t be out here.” My dad’s eye sli...
Submitted to Contest #67
When that pain you feel builds and burns in your chest when your eyes gloss over and you can’t see, when that slow, damp, feeling sticks to your cheek, be sure to remember we made that word. From simply seeing them we can taste the salt in our mouths, flares under our lids, and strep in our throats; to cry is to be Gasian. When a Gasian wasn’t crying over this or whimpering over that, they were looking towards the ground and going about their day; obedient to an order that they forced upon themselves. History said we were always this way, al...
Submitted to Contest #66
The sole resident of Sky moon stood, afraid but intrigued enough to stay in the wolf’s presence. “Don’t mind them…” He said to the dog, “ they’re a lot like where you’re from.” Much more threaten, different, but obscured together and equally suffering. The wolf tilled the ground with it’s fore paws, two times, then turned to face the looming forest. His name, the boy’s name, he heard it somewhere in the darkness, he knew it; his mother was looking for him. The youngest child never answered to her call, instead, he stepped to the ...
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