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Submitted to Contest #83
tw//self harm I’m sinking deep into the water and I refuse to open my eyes. In this moment, there is no world. There is no flesh. I am my mind, lost in a dark, cold space. Don’t be fooled; I may be lost, but I’m not afraid. And I may be without flesh and without world but I am not without shame. Even here, I can’t escape it. I swim up for air. I enter my body. I can feel the sun on my skin and see my wife, Laura, watching me. She’s standing on the shore, enjoying the calm of cold water on bare feet. Her light-wash jeans are r...
Submitted to Contest #70
When you do something irreparable, it changes you. You push aside every little problem in your life to make room for the regret. Because it’s all you’ve got left. And it’s huge, it’s fucking huge, it invades every space and every crevice and every single thought. It’s inescapable. But, the thing is, you have to accept it. Because you deserve the regret. You deserve every single ounce of hatred you have for yourself. And that’s the worst of it. That’s how you know you’ve changed. Because there’s no possible way you could ever be the same agai...
Submitted to Contest #58
“Okay, June 2nd. Sounds good.” For one month, this date was all you had to look forward to. Your days had bled together, each week a dark, formless blob, until one morning you received a call from your college roommate: he wanted to bring the friend group back together. You’d get to see Alex and Kaitlyn and Lucas and Beanie again. After the date was confirmed, you hung up and sat down, rested your face in your hands. Remember how happy you were back then? You try to muster up a smile. You’re meeting with them...
Submitted to Contest #31
Whenever her hands began to shake, and her mind traveled to the violent past, Thelma retreated to the garden. This is where the death that once followed her now rested, beneath the dirt, growing its roots peacefully; tame and silent. And so, on a quiet Sunday morning, Thelma sat on her knees, in the young soil, happily tending to her various plants. Long, gray hair flowed unapologetically down her spine, shifting as she reached forward and planted new tomatoes and flowers and herbs. She didn’t care to separate and organize the plants; she kn...
Submitted to Contest #24
We first heard of the bounty from a dear friend. A young poet named Oliver Buckley, who was later killed for not revealing information about us to the Hunter. When I received word of his death, I knew that we would never stop. We would run until the end of the earth, and then we’d jump, because we would never pay for what we did. Four hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Each. Dead or alive. We weren’t worth anything until we did something meaningful. Louis Gold deserved to die. The...
Shortlisted for Contest #23 ⭐️
I played it off as if it was Maddie’s begging that finally convinced me to go to the cabin. It’d been a year since I’d seen my best friend, and I just couldn’t say no. But Lou was going to be there, too. And that was the real deciding factor. We drove separately, because Maddie said it was about time I stayed the night with someone, and she didn’t want to impose by asking for a ride home. I snorted and responded with an inconspicuous thumbs down emoji, as I was too scared to tell her how I’d never felt sexual attraction, and how I’d never fe...
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