GiGi Liz

“Don't Let the Mask Slip” by GiGi Liz

{tw: abusive relationship} (song used: River by Sarah McLachlan) I can feel you watching. Down below, the audience lays in shadow. You’re nothing but a silhouette, but your gaze slashes into me like a laser beam to judge my every breath. The stage lights brighten so you can see me better. I tuck my shoulders in and pull the mask over my face. Now you like what you see. The person on the stage in the size two designer dress, microphone in hand. I close my eyes because I can see even better that way. Your eyes on me, always. The music b...

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“Of Cookies and Deadly Secrets” by GiGi Liz

Submitted to Contest #71

By the time the guests started showing up, November was ready for them. She ran her fingers along the bulge in her skirt pocket, gazing around at her handiwork. White twinkle lights glowed in every corner of the basement, and the snowflake-embroidered tablecloth looked bare and inviting. Her gaze landed on an oak door against one wall, and she realized she had one more thing she needed to do. Tell-tale voices from the top landing signified the first guest arriving. November’s heart beat faster even as she heard a woman responding to Lulu’s...

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“Whispers Might” by GiGi Liz

Submitted to Contest #59

Dreaded, unseen. That’s what I am. Drifting both aimlessly and purposefully through a crowd. But most of the horde of people clogging up the streets is moving too fast for me to follow, all blurs of color and indistinct faces. Muffled beats of music waft through the hazy air, as well as the clangs and beeps of distant construction. Even the constant roar of buses and cars on the road doesn’t quite drown out the murmurs of idle chatter. People sitting in front of shops, shopping at vendors, waiting for red lights, all cheerfully discussin...

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“A Fool To Love” by GiGi Liz

Submitted to Contest #54

Fingers of heat fanned over Arlo’s face and pressed into his eyelids. He hurried forward, head ducked to scout the area in front of his feet. Orange rays bounced off twisted pieces of metal and glass. The light seared into his eyeballs so much that he didn’t even pause to see if anything could be salvaged. His foot collided into something higher than his ankle and he pitched forward, teetering only half a second before losing the fight to gravity. Arlo gritted his teeth as first his shin slammed into the object, then both knees scraped on t...

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“Are Ghosts Real?” by GiGi Liz

Submitted to Contest #51

Outrunning the past is a lot harder than Fletcher had ever dared to hope. Every time he closes his eyes, her face is there once again, smiling at him, sharper than reality. # He’d only known her for three minutes, but it was enough. He never knew her first name, only knew her as Miss Noor for those three horrible minutes. She’d smiled at him, and the dimple in her pointed chin had stood out more than ever. # Fletcher wipes spill from the counter, brow knitted in concentration. The rag squeaks as it passes over nonexistent dirt. Back an...

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“Phantoms” by GiGi Liz

Submitted to Contest #51

 My eyes burn beneath my eyelids. That’s the very first thing I’m conscious of. The next instant, a shock of white light hits my senses. I feel a jolt of panic in my chest. One three-letter word flashes through my mind, even though I have no idea what it means: r-u-n. I drag my parched tongue across my lips, slick with sweat. The dizziness forces me to pause, get my bearings. Red spots dance across my vision, stretching and fading until I’m met with another color. White. The word conjures in my brain. White ceiling, white lights, whit...

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