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Submitted to Contest #13
The fiery sky begins to boil away as the sinking sun is cooled by the coming of night. It’s gettin’ colder, I can feel it in the breeze. No more warm summer nights, I reckon that autumn has now settled in. It ain’t as good as summer, but I can’t complain—life is simpler this time of year. Martha don’t think that, though. She comes barrelin’ out of the house, makin’ the whole front deck tremor. I shout at her to be careful—this old house can’t take much more of her wild fits. But rather than consider what I have to say, she bellows: “Earl! Wh...
Submitted to Contest #12
Can’t quite tell if it’s dusk or dawn. All I know is that I’m really drunk and really bad at telling the time. Wishing I had a watch right now—or a phone. How about a functioning conscious? I think my liver is giving me the middle finger. Oh, sweet Jesus. Here comes the flood. Yeah, my jaw just unhinged, and I sprayed a bunch of bodily fluids into the tall grass around me. Now that I think about it, “sweet Jesus” was probably not as appropriate as “sweet Noah” would’ve been. He was the one who did that thing with the boat and the animals, ri...
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