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Submitted to Contest #204
The door was thick, brown, and it smelled like sawdust from the construction site across the street. Though that might just be the air quality in Arizona. I breathed in the smell, not knowing if the remnants of wood, powdered concrete, and dust would end up suffocating me, filling my lungs with gunk that the doctors couldn’t remove. That’s what happened to Pa. His death always made the world smell like chemicals, like asphalt and epoxy. The alley door was awkwardly placed, wedged between two brick buildings. It was too thin –like it had skip...
Submitted to Contest #203
The buzzing was faint at first. Quiet, but annoying, like a fly just far enough away to know that it would soon dart by his ear. He never did like house flies. They made him wait, the suspense of it all grating on his nerves before he’d swat at thin air, realize he was alone, and start the whole process over again. The buzzing started that way, making him reach for one of his favorite fly swatters, but an hour went by, then two, and as he made his third cup of morning coffee, the buzzing became as present as if his phone alarm were co...
Submitted to Contest #201
**This story contains one non-graphic depiction of sexual assault, and some themes of depression, please read at your own discretion**My father used to tell me stories about kind people, about how he'd lost his wallet in a major city and some wandering soul had brought it back, about accidentally walking into one of the worst neighborhoods in town, only to have a nice man escort him home. He told me about people ahead of him in line who bought his customary morning coffee, people who held doors open, people who grabbed the back of his coat a...
Submitted to Contest #200
**This story holds themes regarding miscarriage, please read at your own discretion**“I heard that she was going to name it after her dead mother–”“I heard that she was never pregnant to begin with–”“I heard that her husband didn’t want it–”“I heard that his family wouldn’t let her marry him, so she planned the pregnancy–”"I heard that this isn't even the first time–"“I heard that he’s already left–”“I heard that she–”“I heard–”“I–”Lindsey wasn’t sure she heard anything at all. Just the mumblings of women with sagging bellies and breasts, wh...
Submitted to Contest #119
The sound was like far off wind chimes, but unnatural and unfamiliar. It was like someone had taken the time to make the individual chimes clink together in such a way that only sung minor keys. Something told her it was going to be more trouble than it was worth to figure out who, or what, was making it. Still, she forced herself to pick her feet up and place them in front of her.It was her duty.The hallway was barren. There were no people milling about in clothes that were much too tight and revealing, about to head to parties. There were ...
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