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Submitted to Contest #186
“Pss, Molly,are you sleeping?”“Yes, I sleep. What do you need?”“Auntie Thana snores like Sisyphus, rolling and rolling an air boulder up with her nose. Can we switch places?”“You think my place is better? Mom’s elbow has grown into my liver.”“Ugh!Molly…yesterday I was at Adriana’s. She has her own bed. Can you imagine? Large, with a thick mattress, a duvet that smells of peaches, and four pillows! She showed me what was under her mattress: many-many wooden slats, like rails. I’m telling you, her bed is a train that can take her anywhere in t...
Submitted to Contest #181
Through thick red and white flashes, you break into the giant glass doors. Your whole body pulsates from cold ebbs and warm flows that leave cracks on your porcelain nerve system. As you enter dead blue space, a massive nurse jumps on you like a hungry-for-victory-quarterback and knocks down. The sound of a cracked ripe pomegranate fills the hall as your crucified spine finds itself under her heavy breasts. “Do you have a corona?” A muted vo...
Submitted to Contest #150
I’m an ordinary tooth. Not tall, not short, not flat, and definitely not sharp. I’m inconspicuous as my senile grandpa used to say. It was one of those dry mornings at Red School when our class was preparing for a test for test’s sake. One of the front teeth bent down to the red board and wrote some cribs under the hooting of the class. My fellows from the last row and I were not participating in that circus. We had an unspoken agreement with our old and chubby teacher, Mr. Blue Toothbrush. He did not bother us, and we mutually ...
Submitted to Contest #75
“You smell the blood, don’t you? This iron heavy scent beckons you, while dangling white-meat legs try to find the invisible ladder and escape from here. But there are no ladders in our world, right my friend? We…” - Boss, it is … emm… time! – a lady’s umbrella-shaped head appeared in the narrow door chink. Her tiny jellyfish eyes glanced at the majestic figure of the Boss who was holding a tiny toy-shark in one hand and a tin soldier in another– Are you … emm… playing with toys again? The Boss flinched and dropped t...
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