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Submitted to Contest #92
Secrets are powerful things. They can offer hope, or destroy everything that someone has meticulously built. Everyone has secrets, and we are all fighting to protect this dark private corner of our soul. Hidden details affect every part of our existence, guiding our actions so that we can conceal that which lies in the shadows waiting to condemn. The problem is: what do you do when your secret is revealed? Does it defer its power to the person who now holds knowledge of your unspoken past? Does its power fizzle away, and yo...
Submitted to Contest #91
Rummaging through the overstuffed closet, Nella wondered to herself how she got roped into this. She should have followed her brother's advice, get in, hug everyone, make up an excuse, get out. Nella just couldn’t cut herself off from the family like that, especially not in this situation, it was a funeral for goodness sake. Her Gran had passed away from “old age” as the doctors described it, but Nella thought it had to be something to do with her dementia. Gran just kind of lost it one day, like a switch flipped in her head. She sta...
Submitted to Contest #90
My knotted eye has seen many things. I remember peering out at the world around me, watching squirrels jump from my branches to the branches of my brothers and sisters. Hearing nothing but sweet silence, accented by the rustling of leaves and chittering wildlife. I remember the first time I heard a human voice, the soft and gentle laughter of a child, climbing on my limbs to better see the world that surrounded them. THUD.The sound of an axe breaking my bark, my soul cries out in silence as a man chips away at my life. He hacks through ...
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