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Submitted to Contest #340
My person changes like the seasons. Like springtime, she can be light and energetic, full of life and merriment, or the total opposite, she can be like the winter- cold and harsh, usually to herself. She can arrive like the sun, she laughs, and the world laughs with her. Or the darkness can take hold, and pull everything low. Humans have many names for this, but I call it the change. I can sense the shift before they do; the energy in the room builds up like the air before a storm. On bright days, my person wakes like a door blown open. She ...
They told her not to open the casket. They said it gently, the way people do when they think they’re being kind. As if kindness were something fragile that might shatter if spoken too loudly. Closed funerals were easier, they said. Healthier. Death was an ending, a chapter meant to be closed and shelved. Something you left in the rearview mirror. If you stopped driving, if you lingered too long, grief would wrap around you like an anchor and pull you under. She nodded when they spoke. Thanked them. Did what was expected of her. Inside, her t...
The alarm trilled with its high-pitched tone, and Nathanial slammed his hand down to stop it. Another early morning, another day filled with meetings, numbers, and briefcases. He moved through the motions—quick coffee, a rushed kiss on Victoria's cheek as she wrestled the kids into their shoes. He barely noticed their laughter, their questions. He was already thinking about the promotion.Nathanial Brooks was an investment bank manager, a man who had clawed his way to the top. He had it all—a good wife, two beautiful children, a promising car...
Submitted to Contest #267
I didn't understand the saying 'life flashing before your eyes' until today. I thought it was melodramatic nonsense to give a story or film more edge. I was wrong. The storm was one of the worst in our towns history, and I was stupid enough to be driving in it. This storm felt different, malevolent. The wind was cold, chaotic and untamed, every blast of wind carrying the weight of the storm. I'd just finished my shift and was driving home, the rain lashed down in sheets, blurring the world beyond my windshield. Like with all my problems, i t...
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