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Submitted to Contest #270
One day, you’ll wake up more stressed than you should be. You will wake up next to him and immediately notice how the skin around your eyes is stretched. Dry and swollen. You go to the window in front of the sink, bathrobe wrapping tight around your hips. You will feel the craving for touch and warmth, your body rejecting the gauzy cloth. The light from the faint morning will spill through the glass, and you will think of how you often found your mother in this exact position. Alone in the kitchen with all the lights off. You miss her and th...
Submitted to Contest #113
This is my worst nightmare. Everything was dissolving into gray wisps of nothing. The violence had faded. The roaring scream of a dying life had deadened into a soulless whimper. The other noises became a chorus. A great collection of nature that held the note. A call to peace. A silent plea to feel the cool breeze instead of the starving heat. My house, my home. That’s it, and it’s all gone. I don’t deserve this. Pieces of shattered glass surrounded the narrow stone path carved out of the scorched grass. Everything was gone. My soul ...
Shortlisted for Contest #104 ⭐️
Her throat was dry. She could hear the tap dripping intermittently into the aluminum sink behind her. The way the quiet pitter patter was unrhythmic and unpredictable sent a shiver down her spine. She buried her face into the couch. Dad said he was going to fix the pipes last weekend, but something came up. Maybe mom is sick, she thought. It didn’t matter anyway, really. Dad’s mind worked more like a river than a pond. Nothing stayed in view for long. Instead, everything moved along with the current. In one ear, leaking out the other. ...
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