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Ria A

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There's A Boy In The Lake

Ria A

Weekly Contest #362

There's a lake on the edge of town and there's a boy inside it. I want to tell the world about it, or at the very least just the neighbouring town. But I can't now. It's much too late. So I'll tell you, instead. Mosswood lake, they called it, though the kids call it booger water. Murky green and stinking of decomposition. We spent many summers there, you and I. When we were younger, of course. Before it was christened booger water, of course. Back when the banks were clean and gleaming and the water was so clear you could cach a fish just by...

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Our Neighbourhood

Ria A

Weekly Contest #348

Our Neighbourhood is quiet and sombre (and the scurrying of rats and the flapping and scuffling of quiet, purple not-quite-bats and...other things...is hardly enough to make it underserving of the adjective). Our Neighbourhood has been quiet since you got here and you can't imagine it's because of you (after all, why would it be?) but you'd be a bold faced liar if you said it hadn't crossed your mind once or twice (vanity is an unbecoming trait, by the way). The place really has always been quiet, though, hasn't it? (Though it really is no l...

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Blank

Ria A

Weekly Contest #303

Contains Sensitive Content: Mentions and brief descriptions of Death"Forgiveness." They'd told her."Finding peace-""Moving forwards-"Distant murmurs about pulling through, grieving, surviving.Her fingers tighten on the black, cracked leather of the steering wheel. Knuckles white and strained.Her mind, carefully blank.A car whizzes by, a glint of morning sunlight flashing. She jumps, only slightly."-need to start moving forwa-"Her hands tighten once more then release. Reaching up with a slow, practiced calm, she flips down the sun visor. Nest...

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Hey There Neighbour!

Ria A

Weekly Contest #300

Hey there Neighbour! We haven't yet formally met but have, of course, noticed the crisp sold sign on the front lawn and spied the moving trucks circling the house for several weeks now and decided it was time to officially welcome you to the neighbourhood! We're a cheery bunch here at Cherry Blossom Crescent, and we love meeting new folks so we're hugely excited to have a wonderful new family joining our welcoming little community! As with all neighbourhoods, we have our little quirks (nothing too strange - don't worry!) so we thought we'd ...

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Dear Andrea,

Ria A

Weekly Contest #294

Sensitive Content: Mentions of Death Dear Andrea, The house has been quiet since you left. The lavender has been blooming, I know how much you love it. I think it's missing something. The bees don't hover like they used to. The sun never seems to hit it anymore. The shade doesn't feel quite right there. To say I miss you wouldn't even be worth it. Too small. Too microscopic. To say I feel as though something, some deep-rooted part of myself has been wrenched away. To say I feel wretched and bloody and gaping. To say there is a void in my sou...

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The day the moon fell

Ria A

The day the moon fell is the same day you realised all your secrets had fallen from the top cabinet of your small yellow kitchen       (you tended to put them in a shabby old cider bottle, whenever they got too frantic, whirling around your brain like carefree children in a play park) The two facts weren't correlated, you had decided later, but still an odd certainty had struck you at the time that one simply could not have occurred without the other. After all, what were the odds of your painstakingly concealed...

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Tiger Fire

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The house was on fire.The house was on fire and she was ok with that. Better than ok. Good. Great, even? It hadn’t been planned. At least not consciously. But sometimes, she thought with grim certainty, things worked out better when you didn’t see them coming. And she hadn’t. Seen this coming, I mean. The satisfying scratch of the match and slosh of the petrol had truly been a spur of the moment choice. She had never once smoked a cigarette in her life, but here, standing solemnly next to the smouldering house (it’s burning like it has somet...

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