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Submitted to Contest #278
(TW: Domestic Violence) I always knew my mother was a hypocrite. It didn’t take brains to know that she lied when she said “I love you” to Pa. All her ‘love’ that she projected onto him was just as fake as I was, when I had to do the same. Pa, was a horrible man. It was a rule declared that the person, no matter young or old, would be punished for his slander. It was usually a cut-tongue, and worst cases led to exile of the ‘useless liars,’ and the ‘unneeded wastes of space.’ That’s how he dumbed it down for a 5 year old me. But, if I ...
Submitted to Contest #274
(TW: Mental health issues, murder, obsession) It wouldn’t be murder if I died first. If I was the one who was shouldering pain, while you were out dancing with men in sickly bars. If I was the one shooting arrows in my heart, while you swooned over cigarette breaths, and French Martini’s. If I was the one watching you over, handling your shaking legs, and mumbling speech, while you rambled about the fifth boyfriend in line; how you’ve attracted everything in him with just a glance. If I was the one who fell first, to your gullible attire, a...
Submitted to Contest #268
My latte’s bitter. It’s gone cold from the chilling AC blasting throughout the cafe. The checkered black and white tiles, dusty gray marble counters, and the 80’s radio blasting through behind bring me back to my senses. I pick up the small white cup, and bring it to my mouth, savoring the cold liquid for a bit. There’s barely any creamer, and the coffee grounds are not fully mixed in yet, but it’s nostalgic to think about. This place isn’t really known for anything, besides the obscene magazines, and old Hollywood posters of actors way past...
Did you see her fall? “Haven't you heard?!”Our lord fell from the skies.“What an atrocity!” Her body was speared with polearms and arrows.“It blood rained heavily, and all the streets were narrowed down to grieving cries and screams”It hurt my ears.“Their shouting that is.”And the disturbingly loud thud of her limp body.---No one dared to get close to their deity’s body. As her crimson blood filled the space around them, people gawked, staring at their beloved drenched in metallic gold and arc wood. Her sulled bellflower crown dare...
Submitted to Contest #240
Name: Zefir Cozbi11/7/1943 - 11/12/1982Age of death: 40Cause of death: N/ALast record: This Memoir. Contents: This memoir details Zefir Cozbi’s experience at the great SeaFare Lighthouse for 30 days, surrounded by gale-force winds, at constant rates. ___________________________________________ 10/23/1982, I tried turning the thick, iron steel wheel against the pressure of the gale-force winds behind them. It was terrifying yet so thrilling to know that such death-hungry breezes awaited behind. I turned the wheel once more to secure it and ba...
Submitted to Contest #239
I stood atop a crumbling hill that flourished with flowers and weeds. A sky hung with narwhals wailing, and birds singing. In the vast distance, I could see a village with crooked little houses in rows upon rows with little fences bordering them. Fountains were streaming with bright blue water and trees blooming with vivid flowers. But the thing that attracted my eye the most, was the cracked white marble statue in the middle standing higher than the other buildings.” This is my next city,” I said as the howling wind buried my words into the...
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