Cosmic Cassi

“Nostalgia” by Cosmic Cassi

Deep red script scrawled “Nina’s Buffet” at the top. I had never heard of it and the name gave me little idea of what delicacies I would find. A Mexican buffet was not something I had tried but the idea sounded splendid. Typically the waiter would’ve handed me the menu but I picked it up myself, imagining the service was up to par as I cleared a black smudge off the cracked clear coating. There were no seats, but I didn’t mind standing and admiring the variety of meals I could order. I wouldn’t even mind standing in a corner to eat. No ...

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“Void” by Cosmic Cassi

Nothing in this world is ever truly quiet. There is sound happening everywhere no matter how minuscule the movement. Typically I would want nothing more than to hear a voice but I suddenly craved silence. In the car, at home, in the streets. It was the one thing that was never lacking in my life. Because it didn't matter where we were but I couldn't get this girl to stop talking. Siblings, am I right? Best friends at birth and bonded by blood. We were inseparable and unmistakably, sisters. Some even asked if we were twins. In our younger yea...

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“Do it again” by Cosmic Cassi

In the name of everything holy, the only thing worth living for is love. Tim believed this down to the fiber of his genes, but only because of hearing it so often as a kid.  “Now Timmy, don't go chasing money or power because the only thing that could ever truly fulfill you, is love.” Nan had said any time Tim mentioned his future goals. “But Nan, don’t people love the rich and famous?” Tim had countered one day. “Just let people love you.” Was all Nan said. He could never get much further in the conversation. No counter argument could ...

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“The Color of Catharsis” by Cosmic Cassi

There is something so alluring about the color red. It is bold enough to invoke opposite emotions in people. Are you endowed in passion to the point of love or hate? Is your strength cruel like fire or gentle like a rose? Is it the sweet flavor of a cherry or the staunch scent of blood? That must be why the words "crime of passion" remind me of a thick sticky crimson. Oozing and dripping. Like the crimson slipping down my knife. Such a contrast to the cool silver sharp edge. Although my crimes may be passionate, they are never brewed from th...

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“From one to the other” by Cosmic Cassi

Liza remembered her mother very well. A tall heavy set brunette who worked harder than any person she ever knew. As a child, Liza was less than impressed with this woman though. While the two could be kind to each other, it seemed all things would turn into relentless bickering. The things her mother did would drive Liza into a rage. How could she be from someone so annoying? But, she never dared share these thoughts for her mother was her soul care giver. Never bite the hand that feeds you. Still, the anger teethed itself on her consciousne...

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“Tell no one” by Cosmic Cassi

Submitted to Contest #98

Delilah was a rugged-looking girl. The hot sun and traveling many miles by foot through an uncharted wood can do that to ya. The only possession she had was a tattered brown satchel and the clothes on her back. That bag had only the things she could quickly grab before leaving home. A small bottle of alcohol in case of injury, a kitchen knife smeared in blood, and a nearly empty bottle of water. There may have been a few coins as well, but they were useless in the dense forest. A few coins would not be enough to buy salvation. With little ...

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“Burn it” by Cosmic Cassi

Submitted to Contest #93

Breathe inBreathe outThe smell of earth after a rain was magnificent, the dirt so rich and full of minerals, like when coffee is freshly brewed. The colors of all living things were vibrant and luscious. It mesmerized the eye, like a thousand jewels in the sun. It was almost intoxicating to all the senses, the beauty of the land we stood on. It’s a day of celebration, and it was as if the world has freshly showered for the occasion. The symbolism of rain was significant; we had all cleansed ourselves in it, both soul and body, with the tears...

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“Pitter-Patter” by Cosmic Cassi

Submitted to Contest #76

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Rain pelted the cement outside, big fat drops from the sky. The earth swelled with lust for the moisture and drank it until it no longer could. The remaining pooled on the surface, leaving puddles of tears from the gods. The air smelled liked dirt, and I wonder what rain would smell like on other planets. Surely our earthy scent was unique, a natural odor that could not be reproduced.  “What do you think Mars smells like?” I was supposed to be meditating but a wandering mind has many questions. For example, if I di...

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