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Submitted to Contest #172
Unfiltered Utopia. That was the life that cursed us. With a government harvesting a cabinet of lies, a lover stoking the fire of tainted infidelities, and parents telling shivering infants it would be okay - the world decided to be folded. Cruelty inward, it burned, and loudly outward it hissed. The trees began to droop a little lower, and the sky turned a murky, dirty blue. The smell of a fresh loaf of bread oozed a metallic odor, and the taste of all things now bitter. Thought’s once silenced and bit on the end of tongues - rung truer than...
Submitted to Contest #70
The Figure It sits looming in the corner of the second-hand shop. A small trinket of sorts. A faint whisper of mystery..if one was to listen in that particular direction. An easy glance over. A hidden surprise for fingers to softly lift from the ashes of forgotten things in the second-hand shop. The sharp corners, the strange tinges of red in the sun’s glare. A small figure one could cup like a hot coffee, grasp like fine china. A figure, a silhouette. The other lost and forgotten things are silent, even the wind doesn’t breath a gust he...
Submitted to Contest #41
Rats It started with a gentle whisper. The soft mumble breaking the midnight silence. Curling into the night. “Do you hear that?” He heard it alright. He just didn’t want to acknowledge it. Once you do that, it becomes real. And real he couldn’t deal with it. The unmistakable scratching was filling in the holes around the room. Clawing against their skin. Pushing against the front of their heads, echoing in their minds. “I think we might have rats.” She whispered again. He sighed, and turned over in the bed...
Submitted to Contest #39
The view from up here. They are solemn. Peaceful. Obtrusively gentle. They are a finger tracing the runes of her spine. They are the hills climbing upon her back. A heart swelling over the edges like dough in the oven. A pair of light blue eyes. The narrow slits forming. The wide moon uncovered amongst grey skies. A girl with a red scarf boarding the ...
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