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Weekly Contest #309
Alison was born gasping for air, a rope of flesh constricting her meager throat. As she grew up, she’d always stand out because of the red hair that stayed true to its roots. It turned bright as saffron in the midday and rich like velvet drapes at dusk. When she was a little girl, her mother had fashioned it into a bob that looked like an apple from behind. That was how she looked when I first saw her. She saved me from drowning by the pier near home. We got to talking after that, and at some point, she promised to teach me to swim if I taug...
Weekly Contest #296
For all of my long life, I’d never had to think about what I was. That was until my companion explained that I was Moonchild the cat and he was Charlie the human. That conversation had arisen following a strange change that overcame me six months after he came home from this thing he called “college”. When I called then for Charlie to clean out my feces place, it wasn’t a trembling mreeow that left my mouth. Rather, it sounded more like Charlie.“Be a dear and clean my droppings,” I said again as the human crawled across the floor before hold...
Weekly Contest #295
It was a looking glass reflecting his own death. The young man took a final glance at his brother’s coffin as it was lowered into a moist plot of Warriston Cemetery soil. He had died last Saturday or Sunday. Depended on whom you asked. With his brother and father dead, the man was now the sole Mr. Mackenzie. He held onto that title with a soldier’s solemn conviction.People looked on at the surviving brother’s eyes and mouth for guidance. All the while, he stood unsettled, running a hand over his lapel and over his knuckles. After the soundle...
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