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Submitted to Contest #252
My sister was like a wildfire. She burned bright, hot, and all-consuming. She engulfed with her energy – the loud laugh reminiscent of wind chimes that you could hear from two rooms away, her restless body that was always moving – the leg shivering against the table, and the fingers that fidgeted with objects, loose threads, her own fingernails. On her sixteenth birthday my parents bought her a fidget ring with a big opal that spun. After that you didn’t see her without it, the barely audible hum as the stone rotated for the millionth time, ...
Submitted to Contest #249
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her. The way she moved, the way the music thumped through her body, and her, lost in her own world. It was like watching a car crash. What on earth was she doing? You wanted to look away, but you just couldn’t. Her arms were best described as flailing. Long, big gestures that moved contrary to the rest of her body. Like those inflatable men outside car dealerships. Her hips and legs somehow moved opposite to the beat of the music, black doc martens stomping into the ground. The DJ was loving it, nodding his ...
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