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Weekly Contest #371
Rosa’s mother always hid them on the floor that had only two rooms. After a few hours, Rosa’s brother would leave. He’d always come back before it was time to go.Today he left his pajamas behind. They were laying in a heap on his side of the bed, covered in sweat. So much sweat that they were heavy in Rosa’s hand as she picked them up.Rosa was drenched too. She had woken up feeling weighed down to the mattress. When she sat up, seeing her brother gone, the cold air in the room just about froze her in place.How long her brother had been gone ...
Weekly Contest #355
(TW: Themes and mentions of child abuse, disproportionate punishment of a child) Jayme always knew the reason her mother and grandmother never got along was because they were so similar. So when Grandmother Jemima died, Jayme and her brother Jamie had shared puzzled looks over the outpouring of grief that came from thier mother. From thier Aunt and Uncle as well. From the stories they had all heard growing up, Grandmother Jemima didn’t sound like the kind of mother to be mourned. Memories related to Jayme and all the other grandchildren ...
Weekly Contest #324
Trigger warning: contains themes of grief, and subjects of drowning and a slight suggestion of suicide. The morning tide was as dark and still as the night I saw him.I had closed my eyes, to breathe in the ocean laced air. When I opened my eyes, I just happened to look down at the shore. There he was.Growing up on The Rock, we're all told the same story about how we’re born. Which is that we were washed onto the shore. With the low tide, covered in sea foam, little barnacles over our belly buttons, and seaweed around our legs. I didn’t thi...
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