Beatrice Wingenbach

“Mój Potwór” by Beatrice Wingenbach

TW: This story contains abusive behavior, graphic imagery, and blood.Its eyes dark as night, black as coal, dimmer than ink. Its face paler than white itself. The sharpness of its features seems like cutting knives. It stares right into your soul. Magdalena rustles out of bed to hear the sound of rain pouring against her window. It’s a gentle rain opening up to the start of spring. She glances at herself in the mirror and views her appearance; tousled hair, residue from last night’s mascara, and bumps of acne that dot acr...

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“Ever So Changing Sky” by Beatrice Wingenbach

Submitted to Contest #79

Time slips away faster than most people expect. Why only a couple minutes ago you were young and in your twenties exploring life to the limit. The breeze, light and airy, stroking the sides of your skin. Birds whistling tunes on key while flying high above, mirroring how you feel. The store clerks have smiles on their faces, ready to serve you on a whim. But, most importantly, the way the world was filled with the most radiant and perpetual color. The reds were strong and bright, while the blues were deep and understanding.But time will slow...

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“The Pink Dresses” by Beatrice Wingenbach

Submitted to Contest #78

There are websites upon websites of clothing stores online. Any piece of clothing you can think of is right at your fingertips from the moment you type in yellow sundress to the moment you press enter and results come rushing in.2,620,000,000 results in .48 seconds.Packages come in, in as little as 4 days. You can even have them arrive earlier if you subscribe to prime. A dress that would cost 20 dollars in-store now costs $10.95 with free shipping!The world is moving in fast motion and nothing is going to slow it down, no matter how ha...

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“Helping People Get Away with Murder” by Beatrice Wingenbach

Submitted to Contest #70

Sun streams through the curtains of a small apartment in New York City; dancing on the walls and onto Mary's face. Dust flies and twirls in the air, almost as if being on a ballroom dance floor. Blue creeps from the lids of Mary's face and the sun strikes upon them making them slowly dis and reappear countless times before deciding to stay open. Mary had work in approximately one hour; a new client. This client was like all the other clients she had worked with before; paying her to wake up early and drag herself out of bed to have a little...

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“Ready, Set, Go” by Beatrice Wingenbach

Ready, Set, Go!Those were the words that started everything for me when I was little. They gave us a bib with our own individual numbers. We hooked them onto our jerseys, carelessly stabbing our fingers with safety pens. The pain only lasted a moment.The nervous aches of our little stomachs as the butterflies flew and bounced around inside us. Some kids threw up and felt sick through their whole core. The feeling only lasted a moment.Watching the other kids race and wondering if you are as fast as they are. Seeing their times and doubting ev...

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