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Weekly Contest #369
“Your uncle is dead,” my grandmother whispered to me and to the clouds.“I did not know you had another son.”My mother passed during childbirth, and my father, never wanting to be a father, abandoned me on the porch of my grandmother. A note tucked beneath the blanket the hospital shrouded me in read, “I told her not to bear a child, and from her stubbornness, her life was lost. I will never be able to love another the way I loved her.”My grandmother paused, almost in reflection, and, with her eyes turned up toward the sky, said to it and to ...
Weekly Contest #350
His wrists were thin and so bright, a white that could be described as neon, if neon were a shade of white. They appeared luminescent, almost glass-like, with long dark blue branches lining the underside. Motionless, the way veins sit, but if you stared at them long enough, they seemed to almost slither. She referred to them, only in her mind of course, as his wrist worms. Her body was marked as well, surface level only, pale splatters and blotches scattered across her warm skin. A particularly large one lay like a flower petal over the lid ...
Weekly Contest #255
School was never Annabelle’s thing but she always managed to get by. After high school, she attended a community college for two years and then transferred to her state college. Her dream was to become a teacher. Yes, ironic for someone who has never been good at school. But that is exactly why she wanted to be a teacher, to make a difference and a genuine impact in the lives of her future students, as cliche as that sounds. She wanted to help kids understand that there isn't just one way to be smart and that success is still possible withou...
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