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Submitted to Contest #275
At first it was gradual, like the slow drip from a leaky faucet, then it swept through the country, then the world, like a hurricane. The most prestigious of doctors were forced to their knees, unable to explain the onslaught of deaths among women between the ages of 22 and 41. Women who were verifiably healthy, with minimal pre-existing conditions, with nothing to explain the climbing death toll. Mothers, Daughters, Sisters, Friends, Lovers. Gone.Many scoffed, explaining it away by the lack of medical research involving women's health....
Submitted to Contest #274
(TW familial death)Grandpa died on a Sunday. He passed silently, unnoticed by the walls around him, not a creak of the floorboards, or a squeak of the mattress he laid on, only the shallow release of breath to confirm the absence of life. The night had opened up and swallowed him giving birth to the early morning. A day emerged without him for the first time in 78 years. Just a lonely 650 square foot cottage surrounded by hemlock trees void of anyone to clock his last moments. His cause of death was undetermined, chalked up to...
Submitted to Contest #272
Stephanie stares at a picture of a young child. A little girl with bright blonde hair, cropped short just above her shoulders with brown eyes alight with wonder, a wide grin outstretched painting the face of carefree ignorance. Innocence surrounded by a slew of other children, all smiling with equal amounts of blissful unawareness. Mrs. Morrow's first grade class is printed on the bottom of the page. Stephanie brushes away a clump of knotted hair from her eyes. Waves of rage bubble at the bottom of her stomach. A pulsating ...
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