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Submitted to Contest #321
“What is that?” I asked, my eye pressed to the telescope. Adam gently pushed me aside. “I don’t know what that is.” His tone was tight, almost scolding, as if the universe had broken a rule. “That can’t be real…right?” My voice cracked. Adam pulled back, staring through the ships window at the asteroid.“A…a forest shouldn’t exist. Not here. Not anywhere out here. I nodded. “You’re right,” I said, swallowing hard. “If that’s even what we’re seeing. Nothing biological could thrive in a void.” I pressed my eye against the telescope again.“If a ...
Submitted to Contest #319
Mirror, mirror, mist-face,Dancing where the dusk is laced.Threads of silver, tongues of sleep,Singing secrets shadows keep. Breathe in deep, then close your eyes,Whisper twice and tell no lies.If you hum and dream just right,They’ll come to stitch your soul at night. At dusk, the song of the Myrcari drifted through the village like smoke, stitched into children’s play, fragile as moth wings against the dying light. Mirror, mirror, mist-face… they sang, laughter lilting where shadows lengthened, never knowing what door their voices touched. ...
A year ago, Ben and Abby made a home within my walls. I’ve kept their secret ever since. I remember popped champagne, cork denting my ceiling, it aches there still. Fizz crawled across my floorboards, every bubble bursting like laughter caught in wood.I held them close, kept them safe.They thought the house was theirs.But I knew better.They were mine.I cradled their mornings, the soft hum of Abby’s song drifting from the kitchen, the scrape of Ben’s chair against my boards as he reached for her hand across the table. I kept their evenings w...
Submitted to Contest #318
The dream always begins the same. Mist curling through the trees, cold and searching. Moonlight hanging low, beautifully haunting, blue-white and pulsing, as if it had breath. And then I see him.Tieg. Etched in moonlight. Impossibly real. The boy I’m forbidden to love. The craving I cannot silence. Always facing away from me, at the end of the aisle. I try to call out, but the sound never comes.Only the trees answer me.Rustling. Warning. I float down the aisle. My silver wedding dress, a shimmer in the mist and moonlight, its sleeves trailin...
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