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Submitted to Contest #329
[Warnings: religion, disturbing??, possession, miscarriage] ‿̩͙⊱༒︎༻♱༺༒︎⊰‿̩͙ “If we fear the Devil, we have already ceded too much to him. I respect the Devil. I highly respect him. I do not, however, fear him. I fear God alone.” — Father Carlos Martins, The Exorcist Files I ascend the concrete steps to the Bishop residence, old knees creaking a protest. The bag in my hand clatters the tools inside. I reach the top of the front porch, and take a moment to remark my surroundings. I look over my shoulder, brows tugging up despite sagging skin. ...
Submitted to Contest #326
She is my Purpose, Her name embedded in the programming of my existence. I am synthetic flesh, made in Her image. The USPEA gave me sentience, then Her name, and She designed the skin I would live in. The knife slaps the wooden cutting board in sharp, rhythmic cleaves.Chop. Chop. Chop.Slivers of carrot, all the exact width, fall in a neat spread. In my periphery, She shifts at the stove. Steam fogs from the Dutch oven, enveloping Her in the hearty scent of chicken broth. Dark hair falls down Her back, Her attention secure on the simmer as it...
Submitted to Contest #318
| death of a grandparent | I sit outside, the sun seeped into my skin, the sky overhead such a solid blue it reminds me of miracles and false hopes. Blue, in the sense that heals. Blue, in the sense that deceives.Without bad, there would be no miracles.Nothing to hope for.Nothing to heal. There’s one cloud in the sky, and I think of you. It’s fraying, the white tuft pulled in different directions of the stratosphere, and I think of you. I look down for five seconds, just long enough to see that bugs haven’t swarmed my coffee. I look up agai...
Submitted to Contest #316
[ - mentions of hospital death - ] In nursing school, they warn you about a few things when performing life resuscitation measures.They tell you you’ll be winded. Exhausted.They tell you that you must take breaks and rotate so the patient has the highest chance of survival when your body becomes too weak to be fully efficient.They tell you the ribs will break. You hear it, too.CPR is painful.It’s a visceral sequence where primal instinct and adrenaline override logical thought, your body giving, giving, giving—trying to give life.When you h...
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