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Submitted to Contest #75
Worlds ApartA short narrative inspired by Reedsy’s Weekly Writing PromptsWritten byRobin GoodfellowHer heart surged with activity as the metal door with a glass pane slid over her. A hiss of air rushed out. Effectually Entombed she thought to herself. She would have shouted but no one would have heard her. Or at least paid her any mind. She was of course here on her own volition. It was the string of hope lent down by Grandmother spider to free her from herself.There were a few other bodies in the room clad in stereotypical lab attire. ...
Death Edits“Do you feel as though spirits have been visiting you in your dreams lately? Do you or anyone you know find themselves inexplicably cold even with the thermostat cranked up? Have cups and plates mysteriously been broken even though you had a firm grasp on them?It might not be a ghost, but a haunting of a different sort.” “Ghosts don’t exist...” a skeptical Marilyn Monroe lookalike exclaims.“Depends on what you mean by exist.” I quickly fire back. I pour some water in a cup and look at the dozen or so people in the room. ...
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1/01/21 A Picking Problem 11:00PM New year, new me. Yeah right. With the year I’ve had, it’s hard to believe that any more muck can get caked onto the windshield of my car as I speed home down some back-country roads to a place I can only affectionately call Home. But where is Home these days? I finger what can only be considered a scabby snail of blood clot out of my nose into a tissue—except I can’t find a tissue so I fling it out the window. But then my problem persists. I can breathe now that the little guy is gone, but...
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