Elliot Thomas

“Right Through -- The Happy Fits” by Elliot Thomas

Part two of Sailing -- The Happy FitsLook at this I pointed.Theo’s gaze fell to where my hand was and laughed, a melodious sound in my ears.Neanderthal Opens the Door to the UniverseI pulled it out, laughing too.“That’s the one,” he said.I looked at him as if to say Do I have to?“It sounds absolutely ridiculous and random. You must tell me what you think of it.”I sighed, knowing there was no way I could talk him out of this. Wandering to the back of the library, I plopped down in one of the cozy, overstuffed armchairs, cracking open the book...

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“Sailing -- The Happy Fits” by Elliot Thomas

Submitted to Contest #76

He is a drop of sunlight in a clear glass bottle. A photoshoot in a field of lavender. An aesthetic. As I sit at my weatherworn desk, I poke a hole in my dam of emotions. He is a friendly phantom, existing only in the quiet space between. He is a heated blanket in the dead of winter. He is a song that lingers at the edge of memory until you listen to it. It leaks out little by little as my pen moves across the page. . . .&n...

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“Evergreen -- Cavetown” by Elliot Thomas

Submitted to Contest #70

It was nearing midnight, and I knew it was going to be another sleepless night. I was wide awake staring at my blank, white ceiling, a Panic! song blaring through my headphones. I stood up on my bed and traced my fingers across the ceiling. Smooth. It would make a great canvas. I put on my art playlist, a mixture of some of my songs and an assortment of my favourite songs and artists. I let a few songs pass, letting myself be absorbed into the music. Polaroid came on, and my lips curled into a smile. I felt my heart sync with the beat. I squ...

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“Headlights on Dark Roads” by Elliot Thomas

Submitted to Contest #58

Trigger Warning: self harm and other similar themes We're all fucked up. I forget that sometimes. We're all broken in some little way that becomes like a hole in a pair of tights. There's no fixing it; it can only get worse. I find myself judging people sometimes because of how they deal with their broken bits. Some people wear them like a new outfit to show off. Others wear them like a suit of armour, warding people off. After all, who could love a broken person.  Most people try to hide their broken. Bury it down so deep you...

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“Until next time dear, XO” by Elliot Thomas

Trigger Warning: talk of physical abuse and self harm#1Can you keep a secret?Well of course you can. You don't know who I am, so everyone will believe someone is just jerking your chainI'm right, aren't I?It's fun having a secret pen pal.It's fun watching you squirm, trying to figure out who I am.It hasn't happened yet simple because you haven't received this yetIt will happen though.How about a little game?You figure out who I am by the end of this month and you win.C'mon now use your sleuthing skills, Sherlock.Should I bring you a little h...

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“Where the Rain Falls Red” by Elliot Thomas

Submitted to Contest #53

On the planet Catharsis, summer was not a joyous affair. In fact, it was quite the opposite. During the hotter months, it rained constantly. It fell in torrents and sheets, leaving everything drenched. As if that weren't bad enough, it was no ordinary rain. It was a toxic rain, stained red from the radioactive particles floating in the upper atmosphere. If caught in a storm, 90% of the population would fall gravely ill and die painfully soon after exposure. The only people who lived on Catharsis were those who were not filthy rich enough to ...

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“Stardust” by Elliot Thomas

Submitted to Contest #51

I took another step closer to the edge and looked up at the stars one last time. I didn’t feel cold anymore. I didn't feel anything except very alone. How many of those stars had already gone out? Maybe I was staring at a sky full of dead stars. Would people notice if one more went out? I looked down at the water and saw the same night sky reflected back at me, this one distorted by the ripples of a breeze but still just as beautiful. A small smile broke my face. Yes, this was the sky that suited me. I raised my arms and leane...

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