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Submitted to Contest #305
TW: Mental Health, Suicide, Loss of a child Robert Frost talked about this once, didn’t he? His was roads. I see this intersection. The way to the right is paved. The left turns to gravel and dirt. Both separated by structures that reach the heavens. We stand and look at each other. We have our pen and paper in hand. A single sheet with only two words written across the top: “PRO” and “CON”.The right way I see the home we’ve built. The cats. The games. The food. The paintings.Hopeful? Happy? Like the smell of rain lost on concrete once the s...
Submitted to Contest #271
The woods never spoke to me. The trees would rustle and shake their leaves down to the soft dirt. The wind would sing along with the canaries’ shrill. The water meandered through the pond, carrying its occupants to-and-fro. It danced and shouted and sent its blessings to all. But not to me.The cabin behind me glowed with life; its orange walls doing nothing to conceal the joy inside. A dog barked. A woman shouted. A glass broke. They’ll keep up their dances and play until the dawn breaks. Perhaps some rest after. Rinse. Repeat.They don’t see...
Submitted to Contest #257
TW: Domestic violence, attempted suicide, sexual violenceThis story is inspired by the play "The Taming of the Shrew" by William Shakespeare “Marry me?” Lucas’s words tickled my ear as he repeated himself for the fourth time that day. He leaned over me as I sat behind my desk. I smiled while he planted a trail of kisses across my blushing cheek, ending at my lips. “Say it again.”“Marry me, Bri,” he whispered, this time his demand, against my lips. The blank white walls echoed his words around me.“I love how that sounds.” I wanted more t...
Submitted to Contest #230
TW: substance abuse, mental health, suicide The music had completely faded behind Evelyn’s retching. She sucked in air, hoping the worst of it was over. The beer she had spilled when she ran into the bathroom soaked through her shoes. She untangled her legs from underneath her. She tugged at her pink sequined dress to try and get it back down over her hips. The dragonfly that had made its home in the bathroom flew by her face and she attempted to swat it away. “This again?” Evelyn turned to see Mia standing at the door, shaking her head. ...
Submitted to Contest #229
“How’ve you been?” He blew the steam across his coffee before taking a sip. How’ve you been? Really? After all this time, that’s all you’ve got? I took my mittens off and placed them on the table. “Pretty good. It’s nice being home for the holiday. It’s been a rough year, but we’re getting through it.” “We?” “Yeah. We.” I held up my hand just as I had dozens of times over the past few weeks. The ring reflected the multitude of lights that lit up the small coffee shop. He leaned forward to get a better look. “Oh yeah. I keep up with you onlin...
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