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Submitted to Contest #305
At the intersection of Fifth and Down, sits a cat. Her calico fur, once shiny and clean, now frayed and coarse. Her eyes, previously playful and sweet, are now wary of my approach. She perches as a statue, a guardian of her charred companion forever imprinted on the crumbling stone wall behind her. We do not speak to the charred, as the burned paintings never talk back. Nevertheless, she guards that art every day. Unwavering. Waiting for her loved one to peel themselves off that wall and walk among us again. At the intersection, I could go r...
Submitted to Contest #294
I LOVE him.He’s my favorite.He sings me my own song that soothes my ears. He holds me close and protects me from danger.He is EVERYTHING.We’ve been all around this universe together and I’ll remain by his side until the last star winks out of existence.But sometimes, he’s sad.I curl up beside him and gently nudge his arm, but he still cries.Cries for me.His burly hands bury into my black silky fur and he whispers, “I love you.”My tail thumps. He knows! He knows I love him, so crying is pointless. I sigh, content. “I’ll always take care ...
Submitted to Contest #293
Fog rolls out of the swampy wetlands of my home as the gallows come into view through the window. Swollen, rotted corpses swing behind the glass as a sigh escapes my dry lips. The train bound south clunks along the damp tracks as I sip from my weeping lowball glass. The amber liquid burns my weary soul. Death. Familiar, yet so foreign to me even in this never ending war. The train is silent as the battlefield in a ceasefire. A time I will never see. I sip from my breakfast as the train drawls to a stop at our final ...
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