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Submitted to Contest #332
Carnation Content Warning:Contains mentions of abuse and child death, and mental health. ❄ ❄ ❄“Mom! Mom, it’s snowing!”Darla turned to smile at her daughter, whose messy bed-head cut a chaotic silhouette against the blinding white backdrop of the newly-snowy landscape of their new back yard. Her daughter had always been fond of winter - most especially the snow - and that had been one of the many reasons she’d decided to pack their things things and move them to an obscure town in Wisconsin that she doubted even her sister, the geography wi...
Submitted to Contest #325
Hare Kin Content Warning:Descriptions of gore, implied mental health issues, mention of suicide, mentions of murder ___ I haven’t been home in a long time. Not since I was eighteen and eager to escape the oppressive prison that it had been. I’ve had a whole life since then, thirty years away from home and every bit more meaningful, every choice mine to make, every outcome mine to own. Yet here I am again. I've made and forgotten memories in equal measure, but I'm never able to quite scrub the persistent stain of my hometown from mind: my nei...
Submitted to Contest #324
content warning: mentions and descriptions of physical abuse, assault, implied grooming, attempted murder, murder. *** Do not speak of the bodies in the bog.Do not whisper their names,do not mention their lives.Do not hear the bodies in the bog,not their broken breath,nor their withered lungs.Do not feel for the bodies in the bog, not their yellowed teeth,nor their rotted tongue.Do not seek the bodies in the bog,they already seek you. The night is any icy lover pressing damp kisses into her arms, and she rubs them to dispel the goosebu...
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