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Weekly Contest #215
The heavy knife clattered to the tile floor. Rochelle’s hands and clothes were covered in thick, dark blood. The once yellow cardigan began dripping the surplus of blood from its sleeve onto the kitchen floor with a low dull slopping sound. Rochelle’s pink and white floral dress was in ruins, and her kitten heels left little triangles and dot shapes in blood as she crossed the kitchen floor. Without even rinsing her hands, she grabbed a rocksglass from the drainboard of the old country sink. She plinked a few cubes of ice into the glass fro...
Weekly Contest #183
(Sensitive Content: Drug use and violence) I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes and the rage building in my chest. Like a fireball squeezing my heart until everything was blurred. My face was hot. I put my hand to my cheek and could feel a handprint welting up over my skin. I pressed my lips together and my body shuddered. I knew my brothers heard the smack of Aprils hand across my face from the living room, over their cartoons over their crunching cereal. They knew better than to move from where they were. My sister was mean. I c...
Weekly Contest #181
"Let's go for a walk." my mother said one Sunday morning. It was already warm and sunny, at 9 o'clock. I put my cereal bowl in the sink and slipped on my old worn-out gray sneakers. Outside it was bright and my mother's long blonde hair shone like spun gold. Her eyes were the green color of cocktail olives with little brown and gold flecks in them. She was lovely, but she didn't know it. She dressed simply, light colored jeans, a navy-blue tee shirt with a small pocket at the top, simple white sneakers. She smiled as the sun hit her tanned s...
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