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Submitted to Contest #314
There is a loom resting in the corner of a house. It throws shadows upon tiled walls as the sun dances across the sky. A woman threads her fingers through strings of multifarious coruscating hues that hang limply from the beam. They tangle together like vines, riotous colors clashing, baring teeth at one other. These colors are bold, so different from the pale, insipid ones commonly used throughout Lydia. Those ones lack lustre, lack life. Women have resigned themselves to the dullness of the esoteric art that is called weaving. Often, they ...
Submitted to Contest #311
Content warning: contents brief mentions of mental health, physical violence, and gore Her heeled black boots clack crisply against the wet pavement. The petrichor emanating from her surroundings in lieu of the rainstorm a few hours earlier is dense in the air. She breathes in deeply, trying to hold the warm, familiar scent in her lungs for as long as possible. Her head is bowed, the raincoat tucked around her ears shiny and dripping, colored a deep, earthy green akin to a leafy forest wet with dew, glimmering limpidly under sunbeams. Her ba...
“Come on then, boy. You wouldn’t want to be late on your first day of volunteering, now. The principal was lucky enough to give you one more chance, although I wouldn’t know why he would spare a misfit like you.”To be honest, Lucian didn’t know, either. He didn’t need to be told these words over and over again. Once was enough. “Troublemaker”, “misfit”, “disappointment” - he was tired of it. He ignored the counsellor’s words, didn’t care enough to answer. Today was the day that he would “redeem himself”, apparently. And ostensibly, volunteer...
Submitted to Contest #309
A face shines up at the sun, head thrown back, a shock of golden hair spiraling from the scalp. Eyes closed, lips red as the berries crushed beneath delicate, petal-veined feet, heels pink as licking tongues. Muscles shift beneath a fine tunic, undulating like a thousand snakes, twisting and serpentine. The fabric clings to a lean figure, a creamy glow wrapping itself around him, smooth and heady like whipped butter in a clay amphora. Light ripples through the leaves, marbled patterns coalescing on fair skin. Rough cheeks red with exertion, ...
My jaw cracks as I yawn, and I stretch until my limbs pop and my joints creak. I blink, scratching the back of my neck, subconsciously reaching for my phone lying at my bedside, before I realize what I’m doing and silently admonish myself. I throw back the covers, the snow-white duvet landing in a heap on the heavily carpeted floor, slip on the flip-flops my grandmother has procured for me to wear specifically in the house, and pad down the (also carpeted) stairs. I enter the kitchen and pour some water for myself in an intricately decorated...
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