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Submitted to Contest #320
The Door Between WorldsThe Douglas firs know something I don't.Three years since I built my cabin in the Cascades, three years of listening to whispers older than human speech. Though sometimes I wonder if it's been longer. Memory feels slippery here, like trying to hold water. My grandfather would've called this foolishness - trees talking, mushrooms drawing circles like ancient compasses pointing toward secrets. But Grandpa never lived alone with forty acres of old growth, never felt how the forest breathes differently at 3 AM when the wor...
Submitted to Contest #319
Chapter 1When the scales tip, even the ocean holds its breath. The song chose me. Not the other way around. I felt it rising in me from somewhere deeper than the way muscle memory kept my hands continuing their practiced rhythm on my seasoned harp strings. What burst from my lips was something older than the careful melodies my mother taught me–older than memory itself, flowing through me while my left pinky cramped against the sharp edge of the c string. Was I singing to something vast and patient beneath the waves, or was something singing...
Submitted to Contest #291
It's strange how the most pivotal moments of our lives often begin in the most mundane places. For me, it's the cramped bathroom of TransPacific Flight 1247, thirty-five thousand feet above sea level when the first tremor rips through the cabin. At this moment, I'm just another passenger with a spike of anxiety from the turbulence we just experienced –making the smart faucet in the bathroom require all of my focus, completely oblivious to the fact that fate has begun its countdown. Why does everything always come down to timing? Five minutes...
Submitted to Contest #290
Friday night in the city feels like a liberation after a week of work. The three of us–Claire, Daisy, and Rory–have been roommates since our second year of college, bonded by late-night study sessions that quickly evolved into therapy sessions over cheap wine. Now, at twenty-six, we’re still together, sharing a slightly-too-expensive apartment downtown that none of us could ever afford alone. Tonight, the bar we’ve chosen is alive with the perfect energy for a Friday night out–crowded enough but not so packed that getting drinks become...
Submitted to Contest #191
August 7th, 2023 Answering an unknown phone number is always a risk, but I felt drawn to answer this one. And it was the worst call of my life. To date, at least. “Hello??” I ask. “Ma’am, this is Officer Thompson. Is this Ms. Ransom?” “Yes…” I whisper. “We just found a car at the bottom of Eagle Mountain. The registration states that it belongs to a Ms. Ransom. The belongings found inside the car belong to a, uh, Seth Johnson. And… And I… Well, we believe him to be deceased. Is he a friend of yours?” “He…....
Submitted to Contest #185
Crossing the cattle grate into Willy’s Self Storage Unit lot Lucy unleashed a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding. Hearing the rhythmic sounds of gravel crunching under her truck tires as she drove down the gravel path she braced herself for the unavoidable, awkward encounter she was anticipating. A month earlier, Lucy received a past due notice from Willy’s Self Storage Unit in Valdosta, Georgia. The bill, which was in her name, said she owed $120 for her 10x15 storage unit. The standard $110 a month charge was upped...
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