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The sun was so warm. Its touch on my face was so gentle. It made me anxious, I don’t know why. As if it wasn’t real. Or I wasn’t. I couldn’t remember the last time I had just paused to feel it on my skin. Maybe on that day, I escaped that hell hole. But not since. Seven years in Hell and I hadn’t appreciated it even after I got out. Not really. Not for long. I still wouldn’t have, if it wasn’t for him. Shay was sitting on a chair across the small three-legged table, sat on the chair as if his body would melt into the worn wood. There was suc...
Submitted to Contest #127
I write “He walked away and closed the door, silently on his way. And then there was a line on the path they had shared, on the path they had walked together, on the way between their hearts. That highway had become obscured by smoke and words, slippery with mud and dreams and unlit from misconceptions long before it was abandoned.” and it feels right. I write “He hesitated. His lantern illuminated only a fraction of the dark in front of him. Its twin was gone before the door.” and it feels like my heart bleeds onto the page and yet I’m c...
Submitted to Contest #79
Clover sat on the dust-coated hard-wood floor. The light penetrated the tainted window and painted on the envelope laying in the girl’s hands.Her fingers trembled as she turned it around for the tenth time. No sender information, no anything. Her teeth dug into her lip and she cut the paper open with her long, neglected nail.Nifty handwriting emerged. A familiar one. Clover traced with her fingers the words “Come home.” engraved harshly with black ink.The teenage girl pressed her nose against the paper. A smell of petrichor, lilac and sea sa...
Submitted to Contest #78
In the year 5324 A.C. on the planet Cunvinda 55 or something, nobody really knew anymore since all called it Earth 3, Maeve was sketching a small skeleton on a piece of yellowish paper, covered in big strange spots. Her car was advancing slowly in the traffic jam on air lane 34. The car of the 18-year-old girl hovered over the arid canyon engulfed in red sand for so long that the Toyota’s flaking grey paint began to mix with the sands bellow. The line of cars moved, so Maeve forced the engine, squinting against the sun, reflected by the skyr...
Submitted to Contest #48
Loud screaming cuts through my dream and I’m plunged into a pitch black room. No sound. No audible one anyway. I turn my head sideways and there is Alex, not so soundly asleep. His head goes left and right and left and right. Fists clenched, sweat dripping down his temple. Scream splits my head in two. A familiar one, sadly. Alex whimpers in his sleep. Another scream. The scream belongs to a 10-year-old boy who I’ve known for 7 years now. Who has become a sculpted man with midnight skin and moon-lit black hair. Alex screams again but his li...
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