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Submitted to Contest #313
The car smelled like damp wool and old heat.Southern Appalachia in winter didn’t freeze so much as cling. The chill had weight—wet, stubborn. Frost powdered bare branches, and a dusting of snow softened the road’s cracks. The kind that made the world too quiet.Cora adjusted the heat again. The fan stuttered, then hissed to life, breathing out stale warmth. It reeked faintly. Not engine burn, not antifreeze. Something warmer. Sour, like wet fur left too long in the dark.She turned it off, rolled the window open a sliver. The cold bit her skin...
Submitted to Contest #310
The mold above Rae's bed looked like Texas. It had been growing since February, a slow spread of shadow that didn’t flinch at bleach or begging. She stared at it most nights while the building groaned around her, listening to the baseboards creak and the radiator sigh like an old man too tired to argue.Her laptop balanced on her knees, humming its tired fan-whine. The Word doc was blank except for the blinking cursor, like a pulse that never stopped waiting. She hadn’t written anything real in months. Just invoices. Outlines. One commissione...
Submitted to Contest #309
The bass thrummed through her rib-cage, a low snarl that made her teeth buzz, while Isaac Brock’s voice cracked and howled like a man trying to outrun something that never quite left. The guitars tangled and staggered, wild but deliberate— just like the kind of love she used to chase. The crowd moved in loose waves, jerking and swaying, everyone a little drunk, a little feral, shouting lyrics that sounded more like confessions than choruses. Juliet felt it in her throat, in her spine, the way Modest Mouse always made you feel: like you were ...
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