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Shortlisted for Weekly Contest #316 ⭐️
I’m a last-pickin’s, catfaced tomato kind of girl. Not pretty, barely fit for the skillet. Still, I agreed to meet him. My stomach growls as I stare through the glass. Past the garden, plum hills and bruised, mulberry skies are sweet enough to ease my nerves—but don’t. A gecko scurries over the cracked sill paint, claws ticking like the wall clock. Thirty minutes till supper in town. I’ll finally see him. And he’ll see me, bare, no filters. Was just last week she first said his name. “He’s lookin’ for a wife,” Granny said, after she got back...
Winner of Weekly Contest #313 🏆
Content warning: This story includes themes of grief and the death of a child. “Are you there, God? It’s me. Help me break her heart today. And can you bring back the sun?” But the clouds burst. I breathe in earth and taste mineral tang, wet wind whipping my face. I should’ve known not to come—should’ve stopped when the steeple down the road knifed dark clouds. But she begged, and I couldn't refuse. Not today. I fumble with an umbrella before the wind yanks it, tossing it against the monkey bars. I leap from the bench. Bigger kids shriek an...
Shortlisted for Weekly Contest #304 ⭐️
Content warning: Contains themes of pregnancy loss and grief Sunbeams turned floating flour into glitter—too pretty for the mess I’d made. My fingers twisted through sticky dough, a ball of goop on the counter. Outside, mina birds chirped. The sea sighed against the sand across the street, breeze heavy with salt and sweet plumeria. I breathed it in like it might help. But the birds didn’t care. The sea didn’t care. They carried on, like the world hadn’t burned down. Mine had. BEEP. The pre-heated oven broke my thoughts. And so did a smack o...
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