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Submitted to Contest #94
I’ve never believed any of it. The air is hot and sticky, and it whirls leaves around my feet. There are decorations everywhere, and this is the first time Mom let me dress up and go trick-or-treating alone. Of course, I am not alone. We scavenge our street for sweets, and then we move over, and we don’t stop until late at night. The nights are light here. When I was choosing where to go for college, it never occurred to me that this place, just a couple hours’ drive away, was that far North. It doesn’t snow here, even though it does at ho...
Submitted to Contest #95
It’s the same thing. It’s always the same thing, over and over, and over, and over again. Be it the streets of Paris, Barcelona, Bangkok, or Toronto, it is always the same thing: You’re destined for great things. Sometimes they even pronounce it in the same voice, with the same dark face, with the same burning eyes, holding my hand, my cards, the ball in front of me, the smoke between their fingers in the same tender, big way. Like their words are obviously true, like there could be nothing else but those words, like I will, indeed, do grea...
Submitted to Contest #93
There was a lot of blood on the floor. “I’ll get that.” Kikimora startled where she stood frozen over a dirty table with a handful of half-filled bottles. “Oh. You’re back. He fine?” “He thinks he’s immortal,” Yaga grunted. “Of course he’s not fine.” Where a few hours ago there had been a party, there was a dark mahogany stain. The chairs have been moved aside, for the ease of clean up, and it helped her move around. The table was pushed from the centre of the room towards the small window, and in the middle of the checkerboar...
It is a flurry of lights, and they drown out the sky. Whichever way I look, it is another sensual overload. There are children playing in water fountains and screeching at game shops, and the thick evening air carries the sound through and above the street. At the bars, open or closed but with doors and windows flung open, adults, young and new, and older, clang their glasses together and chat up a mile a minute. And they call children chatty! The entertainment is stunning too, in the most literal sense. It is a be...
Submitted to Contest #92
The house sighed. It towered at the edge of the village. From where the girl stood, its shadow must have enveloped the entire village, but the moment she turned around, she momentarily forgot about its existence. It didn’t disappear, for the house couldn’t possibly do something like that, but it slipped her memory and blended with the background. She was determined to enter it. The wind billowed her skirt and played in her finely braided hair, but it went right by the house; nothing within it creaked, or whined, like the houses in the ...
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