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Submitted to Contest #158
Binkie’s Boardwalk The morning after, everyone was still here but not as how they came. Jynx was nestled in the left cup of someone’s bra, flung awry and dangling from the ceiling fan. Due to an influx of runaways lately, him and Nesta came late and shot back the liquor early. He was an orange tabby, mewling in his sleep, and Nesta was a pale rat snake, beginning at the couch and ending behind the granite bar. The line of her body was a golden em dash, her patchwork of scales stretching with every drowsy sigh. Across the wa...
Submitted to Contest #152
Two moose were getting married today at six pm and the bride was nowhere to be found. The bell tower chimed Dazzle in the Fairy Prairie and the Sun Kingdom began waking up for the afternoon bustle. It was a tense time due to the scandal of the king and his human daughter, released a fortnight ago. Lady Honeyshine remembers clearly because that day was her ninety-ninth successful wedding streak. She cheered to ninety-nine weddings—no runaways, no crashers, and no deaths—with her two assistants, alone in the office feeling their victorious che...
Submitted to Contest #127
The smell of copper invaded my nostrils before Erin could finish the answers of a segment on “what your higher self is telling you.” She held a lit candle in one hand and a faded, leather-bound notebook in the other. She read from her notes. “If you chose the curvy road, that means you want the scenic routes in life, but if you chose the straight, well-traveled road you probably like things direct and straightforward. The number of white roses you chose is how much you give in relationships. If you said ten white, ten red, you want th...
Submitted to Contest #113
I’m in a desert. All above and around, bright stars crowd the night sky for space. The Milky Way spreads wide and from my micro, micro lens of me in this sea of sand and buried streams, the cloudy galaxy appears like a festive bow, wrapping the world in white, blue, purple, and dark red. Before me, it’s flat. Behind me, it’s flat. To either side, there’s nothing but dark mileage and offsets of obsidian, a mountain range perhaps? There are no plants in this flat valley. No awkwardly armed cacti, no poodle dog bush, no cluster of thorns...
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