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Weekly Contest #354
Chloe awoke to the caress of morning light on her face that beckoned a slow, contented yawn, savoring the quiet comfort of the moment. Her eyes fluttered open, and she stretched languidly, feeling a satisfying pull in her limbs. The sheets beneath her did not feel of cotton, but something soft and cool, as if she were lying on grass rather. She shivered, a passing tremor, easy to dismiss, before she rose and blinked against the pale dawn.She wandered from her bed, expecting the familiar sight of her studio, the half-finished canvases, jars o...
I should have been a serial killer. When I tell people, they laugh like it's clever. They think it's bravado. They don't hear the echo. The house on Sumner Avenue still smelled like lemon oil and Portuguese cooking. Paint peeled from the windowsills like old scabs. The kitchen light always clicked a little late, like a metronome counting down. That light is where I learned measurement, not of time but of endurance. It is where he found me giggling with my little sister in the middle of the day. I was four and she was three. Toys were non-ex...
Weekly Contest #352
Jen left therapy tasked with owning her triggers. Feeling overwhelmed already, she told herself, “You are only being asked to own them. That’s all. Nothing more, nothing less.” After all, she wasn’t being pressed to manage her triggers just yet. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. Just stay present. One step at a time,” she rallied herself, looking into her own eyes in the reflection on the glass door as she exited onto the street. Jen’s grandmother passed away less than a month ago. At the time of her death, Jen was wrapped up in the business of...
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