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Submitted to Contest #307
The classroom door flies open. A young woman rushes out, slamming into my side. We tumble to the ground. Rubbing my shoulder, I ask, “Hey, are you okay?” She breaths sharply through her nose, “I’m fine; just the perfect ending to my trainwreck of a class.“I’m sure it’s not that bad. And if it is you can take the class again.”“It’s not the course. It’s the damn teacher.”My eyes dart to the nameplate beside the door. Etched on it are the words Mr. Wheatley. My organs flipflop.“Is he really that bad?”I help her collect the books that had pumme...
Submitted to Contest #252
Warning; sensitive content : Physical violence, substance abuse, profanity It crushed her. Like a steamroller creeping over her prostrate body; the gravity of each moment pressed down heavier than the last. She cried out to God as the weight macerated her soul. But there was no relief. Why would God offer liberation when he manufactured the pressure in the first place? She...
Submitted to Contest #250
Daddy’s face whitens, like someone is sucking all the color out of him. “Daddy?” He stabs his phone with his finger, and jams it to his ear. “Janie, I need you to meet me at St. John’s Memorial. Something happened to Amanda.” He looks right through me. “Yeah, she’s with me.” His voice shakes. “I can’t do this.” He scoops me up without any warning. I yelp. He carries ...
Submitted to Contest #246
“Think fast!” The sound of a tiny wind tunnel whooshes toward me. Hairs stick up on the top of my left ear. I turn to see an ax fly right past me into the target.“Oh, ho ho ho, hahahaha….mmmmm….” Allie claps her hands to her mouth, failing to stop the laughter. It simply changes from vocal chortles to snorts and squeals.  ...
Submitted to Contest #245
Sensitive content warning : violent death/human sacrifice The sky grows dark as the pains come closer together. I fight against them, begging my little one to stay safely inside. He can’t come yet; I won’t let him go. But my body engulfs the thought as a flood of pain nearly drowns me on the bed. “You’re doing great Mary, you’re almost there.” The midwife encourages. &...
Submitted to Contest #244
The tree whispers what are you doing here? The wind howls you don’t belong. Yet here I am, high in the canopy. Why, the bird asks, perching on a branch above me. Why would a ground-dweller place itself high in a tree where only winged creatures should be. I cling to the thin portion of the tree’s sturdy center as the questions run through my mind. My decision to climb now feels foolish as the winds long to send me back to the ground. But I know my reason...
Submitted to Contest #241
Streams of crimson light swim off the cold, hard surface. Elizabeth runs her fingers through the red beams, staring at the precious stone. Even from two stories above, enveloped in a thick glass case, the ruby has always made its presence known. “You’re sure we won’t get caught?” “Aaron, stop being so paranoid. We’ve gone over every detail of the plan. Dad’s not here, and neither are we. You’re in Fiji and I’m in Greece. He’s made all the arrangements, including ample evidence on our social media accounts.” She moves the ladder to the ...
Submitted to Contest #239
Judgement Commencing; the neon-green phrase disappears with a blink. I crinkle my brows, then lean back in the chair. Placing pressure on my temples, I sigh as tiny circles dig into my brain. Exhaustion is taking its toll. I start the coffee-maker. Pleasant pops and dripping sounds fill the air, along with its distinct aroma. It finishes with a hiss. Steam fogs my glasses as I hold a mug close. I ease into the chair and stare at the computer screen. Dig...
Submitted to Contest #237
The doorbell rings late in the evening. I lay sprawled out on the bed, attempting to memorize Pharaohs’ names and the dates they reined. The gentle notes of Silent Night whisper from my stereo. I attempt to ignore the noise downstairs, pretending I’m not interested. It won’t be for me. The door is never for me. I’m a freshman band nerd with a couple other outcast friends. Rarely do I speak to anyone on the phone, let alone see them in person. Still, I close my eyes and dream. Dream with every beat of my heart, that he is on the other side of...
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