Katrina Lee

“If” by Katrina Lee

Submitted to Contest #55

“Is this seat taken?” He asks, hand on the sliding door.           Her eyes, framed by long eyelashes, raised, and inquisitive gaze lands on the boy. She shakes her head, auburn tendrils bouncing, as if excited to show off their newfound colors crowned by the slanted sun, penetrating the train windowpanes.           The torturous gold on her hair transfixes the boy; his mind is momentarily overwhelmed by imagined mem...

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“Fragile, unreal, and wildly protective” by Katrina Lee

Submitted to Contest #55

The cupcakes are burnt, but she eats them anyway.           His arms on the counter a rest for his chin, transfixed gaze spelling out his fascination with her. “You’re like an animal.” He teases. Still, though, opens his mouth, into which she tosses a piece of the cupcake. The melted chocolate leaves a smear on his lower lip.           “It is good.” His brows arched high up in seeming mockery, though he find...

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“Into the Light” by Katrina Lee

Submitted to Contest #53

      The unbitten popsicle—as a miracle in the stasis of Irisia’s life—melts. Drips of grape syrup on her hand itch like ants, joyously waving goodbye to her teeth and tongue.           Irisia thinks the popsicle is happy, icy droplets parting ways with one another, simply because she is happy. Her legs charged with courage, slip through time, ready to complete a long-held mission. The world never seems like a place in which she can walk without b...

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“Mother” by Katrina Lee

Submitted to Contest #52

>>>           “she’s losing consciousness…”>>>           The magenta-grey sky terrified her. She didn’t get scared easily; a rock, her unassailable ally lodged inside, the worst of weathers and the greatest of impacts were but a finger’s flick to her. If her skin got scraped, scrubb...

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“Gravity in the Mist” by Katrina Lee

Submitted to Contest #51

The pain of thought tortured many. He flung himself down in a rickety chair in his dusty apartment, feeling the ghost of thoughts come on like tidal waves—relentless pursuit with a water baton raised until he succumbed and prepared himself for the unceremonious thump of impact, the blow that’d knock him out cold; that was what recalling one’s hurtful memory felt like. He was trying to recall what it had felt like.           His exhalation caught in the thorax, never arriving in...

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“The Flight” by Katrina Lee

Submitted to Contest #51

The birds never landed outside our windows for long. Nor did they stay permanently, build a nest or two in the tiny space behind our electrical water heater. It was as though the instant they approach our red and beige walled apartment, paints peeling off with rust underneath, the birds knew it wouldn’t do for a home; a nest was to be built somewhere they can weather through the seasons with chicks to nurture. The robins, crows, finches, sparrows, what have you, as announcement of arrival, vigorously peck at the windowpanes, closed per...

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“Captain and I ” by Katrina Lee

      2018/6/19, Sunny.            I think it isn't going to rain for like three, four days.            Can’t seem to draw today. i don’t know why but I’ve grown to be scared of my own characters. I created them, but they’re too real. When they come alive on the pages, sitting on the bathroom tiles that was, a memory from childhood. water droplets sliding ...

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