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Weekly Contest #366
Seraphina It is not an uncommon thing to lose one’s footing before such a man — a stranger in the street, after all, is an ordinary hazard in the most insubstantial of ways. For I am even one to myself; there are doubts enough in my conduct that I must question my due diligence. But the moon is high, and I am the one at fault. But his skin swells with the scent of a foreign port, a humbling overtaking of desire that fills my nose with thoughts and feelings unknown to me prior. I know I am a fool to be wandering the streets alone, fo...
TW: death, substances Blythe “Life is not as strange as those around us make it out to be. We all agree in the charade that life is disorienting and difficult, but what is difficulty? What is strangeness? I never understood the relation to life as anything but life. Being alive, being a person with my thoughts, and imagining others. The infatuation with death is the real problem with the entirety of life. Yes, we talk about death and how you must live to die, and it is the reason we live. Though that is not true, is it? IF there were no...
Weekly Contest #356
The smell of rain greets me first, but the dew dancing upon the blades of grass tickling my ankles is the next tell. Songs falling from the branches greet me in joyful proclamation of the sun rising another day, past the tears that fell just hours ago. Fog kisses my arms and nuzzles my mind into submission of emotion as the lace of my nightgown begins to dampen and cling to my skin with every step. Shadows peek from my peripheral, what they are is not mine to know, but they are familiar in devastating delight. Whether or not I desire them, t...
Weekly Contest #355
Charlotte decided work was slow today. Slow enough to warrant a glass of Pinot Grigio or two at the wine bar on the corner. Slow enough that she somehow stumbles into the Chanel next door and buys a pair of new shoes. She points and nods to her favorite associate with enthusiasm, and within minutes, the bag handle meets her palm. “See you soon!” the employee chatters. Her feet get heavier as she leaves the store and approaches her apartment door. Well, apartment door is humble. Her townhouse door. She lingers outside, pretends to get a phone...
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