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Weekly Contest #330
The thing about stories—real stories—is that they give you something to believe in when nothing else will. Maybe that's why the Greeks turned heartbreak into myths. They knew what falling meant. Lately, I dream in fragments—bits of love, bright and blinding, always slipping out of reach. I am Icarus, and the ground is far. The ache is a living thing, coming alive at night, painting salt tracks down my cheeks at two in the morning.On restless nights, my phone is a lifeline. I cradle it, thumbs stamping out old numbers that pulse like a wound,...
Weekly Contest #104
"Don't worry, Mel can do it. She's great with people""Mel? Oh, Mel's really fun, she'll do great""God! What are you so worried about Mel? you'll probably do the best out of all of us"Yeah, you're right. All of you are. I'll probably do fine. I'll probably make it. I'll probably be the best out of you all.Probably.For as long as I can remember, in my head, there are two mes'. The me I want to be. And the me I am. The me I want to be is bright, she adores people and the things they bring with them. She's loud, reckless and confident. She's gre...
Weekly Contest #103
Reagan, Oct 6th 1960Reagan, Oct 6th 1961Reagan, Oct 6th 1962Reagan, Oct 6th 1963 The photos went on and on, one taken every year on Grandma Beth's birthday, from the day she turned 20 all the way until her final 81st birthday. In the last photo, Allison could easily recognize her, those deep wrinkles around the eyes that showed a trace of every smile she had looked pretty with and the snow white hair Grandma had refused to dye from the very start,"This is who I am honey. Grey hair, dentures and crackin old bones. If I don't like all that 'bo...
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