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Submitted to Contest #309
*Themes of physical abuse, death, and substance abuse Dennis A…B…CThe liquor store down the street wure them shady characters hang out durin’ the night. Momma always said never go down that way, ‘specially once the sun tips over the horizon, back toward the ground on the other side. That old Mercedes had that glint in it’s eye once that sun got far ‘nough.Shawn say it look like Momma’s wink, remindin’ us in her not-so-subtle way she always watching. Shawn ain’t never seen Momma get mad like me.I can’t see nothin’. Momma’s voice knife my head...
Submitted to Contest #308
7 March, 1865 Dearest Mary, I am hoping this letter finds you in good health. At the expense of transparency, I cannot say where we have settled since our last correspondence. Letters from the top ordered all locations filed as top secret while we await our next move. Goddamn smugglin’ tactics. Our scouts reported messages containing false information been intercepted. The army moved southwest of our position, as the false notes suggested we would move at nightfall a fortnight last day. Some in camp have begun to wonder if the General h...
Submitted to Contest #182
The night sky twinkled with the litter of a thousand stars. The stillness of winter had set upon the boxed houses with the silence of a library. Large snowflakes the size of golf balls drifted blissfully into gravity’s inescapable pull, fluttering and flopping in the thick air, until they hit the ground, lost in a blanket of white. The sidewalks were covered in a heaping sheet of fresh powder that crunched with each step. The silence of the outdoors soothed my soul as I walked, head filled with fleeting thoughts of the day’s experience...
Submitted to Contest #181
“Hey… pass me that man.” Turk’s voice was as low as his eyes, whispering and scratching to speak. Johnny’s eyes moved slowly across the room to Turk’s. On the way, he couldn’t help but notice how slow it felt like he was moving. He could see the blur of the dark room smearing across his retinas, which curiously made him feel like he needed to slow down even more. He sensed his balance was off, so he thought it best to continue sitting. “Dude…” Turk’s voice came again. It sounded like he was down the hall. That made Johnny even more cur...
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