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Submitted to Contest #71
The days had been passing in a fog. Taz would bob to the surface during bursts of sunlight, only to be dragged back down again, deeper than before. Some days she would forget, life would resume like nothing had changed. Then it would hit her, creeping into her brain like a virus. It always seemed to be triggered by something seemingly obscure. A pattern on a blanket. A coffee cup. A Hershey’s kiss. Memories would rush back, so clear her senses would be overwhelmed by actual scents and sounds. The crackle and smell of wood smoke by the firepl...
Submitted to Contest #33
The apartment stood bare before me. The vacuum lines were still visible in the carpet under visions of where new furniture would go. If only there was a moving truck downstairs, waiting filled with kitchen utensils and memories, but there wasn’t. Right now, this was all I had. An empty apartment. An angry meow pulled me from my thoughts. “Sorry Amelia!” I meowed gently back at her as I knelt down and opened the pet carrier. She normally would have shot out of that carrier like a calico bullet, to hide in a closet or perch on top of the recli...
Submitted to Contest #27
The smell of blood wafted through the air, creeping steadily from the battlefield. Screams could be heard, far off in the distance, if you listened long enough. A solider covered in dirt and sweat crawled stealthily to the edge of the trees, hesitating for a moment, anticipating the massacre. How many of her fallen comrades would she see today? This place had become a permanent scar across their landscape. It stretched for miles, with no end in sight. This once peaceful place had become a graveyard for all those fighting for the cause. Invad...
Charlette sat gazing out the window, legs delicately crossed under her skirt. The world flew by in a blur, the greens and yellows of the landscape melded into a watercolor painting that was ever changing, and never stopping. The wide brimmed hat on her head blocked her view of the rest of the train and created her own private viewing of the gallery. If she focused hard enough on the background, she didn’t have to see her own reflection staring back at her. She quickly shifted her gaze down to her lap before her eyes could adjust to the windo...
Submitted to Contest #23
Quiet. Peace. Joy. Heat radiated through the coffee mug as steam wafted through the air like tiny smoke signals. She blew on the mug, seemingly signaling distress to those below. On her balcony, everything was monochromed in white. The grey, sterile building where they had built their lives blended in with the grey sky around her. She looked out at the scenery like a widow looking for her husband returning from sea. The wind gently blew her hair and tugged at her robe, further making the scene. Every snow fall felt like a new beginning, fres...
Submitted to Contest #19
She gazed up at the ceiling, eyes sweeping from cobweb to cobweb. In her mind she could picture what it would look like. Books lining every wall, a lamp over by that window seat, maybe an antique cash register on the counter. Was that too much? Excitement mixed with a deep fear of failure. What would it cost? Could they afford rent, plus all the renovations? Her sights fell on her partner, her teammate, her husband. Even from over here she could see the joy in his eyes. He was always the visionary, and she, the planner. “I want to open ...
Shortlisted for Contest #18 ⭐️
Jade tucked both hands into her pockets, making small hops on the porch hoping it would warm her up. Why hadn’t she worn a heavier jacket? “Take a jacket, you never know when you might need it. The car could break down, you could get stuck in the snow…blah, blah, blah” Jackson’s words, muttered from her lips. She knocked again. Three rapid taps. This last-minute stop was going to give her pneumonia. “It’s open!” Came the call from inside. She quickly opened the door and stepped inside. “You know you can just walk in!” Her mom walke...
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