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Blueberry Elf

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The Realization in the Shark Tooth Necklace

Submitted to Contest #120

“Wind is fickle and free. It is there one minute and gone the next; its presence does not define the ocean. The ocean does not depend on wind to create waves on its surface to be beautiful. It is the ocean on its own. I want to be like the ocean.”. . . “We’ll be friends forever, right?” Marcel asked me. “Of course we will,” I answered.The remnants of the memory pulled my face into a childish grin. It was the type of grin that stays in one’s eyes even once their lips stop smiling. It had bee...

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Fish Under the Water

Submitted to Contest #92

I walk into his bedroom and his absence fills the space. With him, he has taken the breath out of the room, and just like him, it will never return. It is left lifeless, not like a battleground is lifeless, but like a wall is lifeless. I run to shut the window, forbidding the wind to distribute his scent throughout the streets, allowing his aura to dissipate and be broadcasted to any passerby that Danny is gone. Crawling into his unmade bed, I bury myself in the quilts. I fight to hold onto his smell the way one fights to hold on to a bar of...

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A stranger named Father

Submitted to Contest #43

My name is Stella May. I live with my Mother and brother in a small yellow house with a door that my father has never walked through. My finger tips reach the low ceilings if I jump and the bathtub has a crack stretching across its white foot so we wash in the kitty pool out front. My mother is known to quote Charles Dickens and my brother fancies the Tin Tin comics. I prefer reading living people than ones written on paper. I learned a long time ago that words are just coverup. What one says is simply the surface. True emotions are usu...

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