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Submitted to Contest #255
I am not allowed to be angry, but you are. You always are. I am the source of your anger, but at the times when I am not, I am the one who receives it. You do not think of the times I remember your screaming, your face turning red, sucking the spit from your teeth so that it may not fly from your mouth, the way you hit everything around you except for people, and leave me to wonder when that will change. I remember it all, because how could I forget. The marks of your anger are scratched onto my brain, even though my skin is clear and free. ...
"We'll just give her a little more time," Sophie fiddled with the hem of her short white dress, "She's just late." She reassured, turning to look at Yukiko and Romy as if they could reassure Sophie's reassurance.Yukiko and Romy exchanged a glance with one another for a moment before turning back to Sophie. The red-haired women could tell they wanted to say something, but they were avoiding it. But what was there to avoid? She was right. Lily just needed a few more minutes and everything would be fine.“Sophie…it’s been three hours.” Romy spok...
Submitted to Contest #253
"I'm sorry. I can't. Not tonight" Six words. And it was over. Any argument of confusion or concern cut short with a succinct beep. It wasn’t a lie. He couldn't. Or at least that's what Beau told himself. He made his choice against his mother’s wishes. He sighed, dropping his phone to the ground, and running a hand over his face. BUZZ! Colten again. Beau let it ring. No voicemail, but another call. And then a few more times after that. At some point, Beau stopped looking. He knew that it was Colten, but his eyes fell on the dirty walls of the...
Submitted to Contest #234
“What?” Reilly barked. Mossy green eyes narrowed and burning, glowered directly into Kiran’s. “I should’ve been there, Reilly.” He repeated weakly, failing to ignore the shiver that trailed down his spine. Their gaze was cold. It hadn’t been like that before. After two months, the deep, ugly bruise hadn’t faded from their right eye. He felt sick every time he looked at them.“What would you have even done?” Reilly demanded, “What the fuck would you have even done that we didn’t already try?” Their voice faltered, either from anger or fro...
Submitted to Contest #208
Many years ago, a young girl danced in a home of light and love. She twirled but in a strange way. She tried to focus her reflection. She could not look away. So enamored by her costume, and no one could blame her. The child wore a pink chest plate with intricately carved streams of light swimming throughout her midsection. Every stream meets in the center of her chest, where a glowing emblem rests. A tulle skirt that sparkled like all the great stars in the sky rested around ...
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