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Weekly Contest #345
[Content Warning: Sensitive content, domestic abuse, mental health]. When I wake, my bed seems to be moving, tottering over craggy midnight ocean waves carelessly mimicking the swimming blue that blankets our town like a warm, salty canopy over a baby in its bassinet. My sister and I are sardined fish in a tin bed, tucked prudently by our mother, who sits at the foot, driving—awake but tired—into a sea with no compass or satnav; she restlessly taps her hands against the wheel. I look out the window to see street lights, harsh and hazy, zipp...
Weekly Contest #344
[Content Warning: Mental Health, Suicide / Self-harm, ED's, Explicit Language, Sensitive Content] CASE RECORD FOLDER Facility: Riveredge Hospital, Forest Park, Illinois Date of Application: 11/26/1990 Name of Admittee: Elaine M. Purcell Last 4 Digits SSN: 3487 Date of Birth: 09/13/1972 Place of Birth: LA, California Marital Status: Single Address: 4th Ave, Maywood, Illinois, US Status at Admission: VOLUNTARY Date Admitted: 11/26/1990 Diagnostic Impression at Admission: Restless and anxious; dissociative state with hyperfixation of surround...
Weekly Contest #343
[Trigger Warning: Graphic imagery, sensitive content.] “He’s crowning, one more big push, mama,” the midwife says, “Dad, would you like to see?” This white-washed birthing suite feels like walking barefoot in the snow, arching under chirping monitors in flight headed southbound. What a view the winter night sky must have, looking down at these bright blue blinking lights, and my wife, snow-angelled in soft white sheets. Her legs spread agape like my mouth in awe of her furious might; her bare legs tremble, braced within the crook of the nur...
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