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Submitted to Contest #196
Love for good is often a result of knowing the badness in ourselves. The aspiration of, in the conscious and attentive effort, is a noble cause. To lack that understanding though is to hate goodness and love, to be bitter towards it. What we lack in ourselves we search for in others, and as human beings, we are the worst of all. Beatrice ran into the bathroom of the confectionary, the metal clasped door to the stall is swung open in a whirlwind of emotions and abruptly shut. She leans against the door, her chest heaves and she feels somet...
Submitted to Contest #190
“Speak now or forever hold your peace,” the phrase echoes from the mouth of the minister through the sanctuary and pins off of Jean’s ears. The common words sit on top of the audience like fishing lewer upon the water, waiting for someone to reveal the inevitable flaw of the union-to-be. A small seemed to notice the red flag and see it clearly, but the girl stayed silent. She watched as the vows were spoken in cheer, and several audience members' faces grew grim. [...] Early before the service, Jean paced through the back hallway of the...
Submitted to Contest #182
An alarming buzz carries throughout the house, Thomas walks down the corridor to turn off the security system. Their house was modest but required some form of protection, still, this was often triggered by a slippery young adult. Alison’s nephew and their adoptive son had the habit of coming back in the early hours of the morning. Thomas grunted as he flipped off the alarm and heard a window slam shut in the house. “Is everything okay?” Alison makes her way down the steps, gathering her sense as to what happened. Thomas looks up to smile ...
Submitted to Contest #174
I’d never beheld the sun as it was. The cast of gold that bathed the pier and the reds that spread out on the edge of the sea were vibrant and dance-like. My white tennis shoes pitted down the sidewalk as the crash of the wave could be heard loudly. The beach descended from the railing beside me and my companion. “C’mon,” a large hand gripped me with a gentle touch. Gazing at me were two large brown eyes that peered through shaggy bangs. The smile he wore on his face looked slightly worn, and different than the one I had seen on him in the...
Submitted to Contest #168
A buzz echoes in an empty hall with the smell of formaldehyde and sulfate filtrating in and out of the rooms like an unsettling, invisible haze. Every room of the building was dark except one, of which two individuals sat with computers lit on each trying to finish paperwork before going home for the night. Truthfully, this conversation would be better had outside of the walls of the workplace, but secrecy and illicit affairs rarely allowed that. It was a small coffin for the little death of them both. “I wish I never met you,” the gi...
Submitted to Contest #166
Warning: Contains mentions of suicide or self-harm “I quit!” Alison mutters to herself, it was the first time she had seen the ghosted face in months. Memories of empty avoidance and shallow conversation seep into the crevices of her mind. It simultaneously pains and angers her. If there was one thing she hated, it was wishy-washy people, people who disappear out of cowardice, despite sometimes falling into that category herself. Her skin would crawl under the response of platitudes that would accompany a difficult situation going unaddr...
Submitted to Contest #163
Ripley crept the door shut as she entered the loft she shared with her roommates. She had an air of cigarettes, rum, and a risky night. It was rare she allowed herself such impulsivity, but when she did she looked like discord. A small, elegant, woman who had chosen to spend her time in dim places. The cheap smells and unattached men that drifted to her formed a separate identity from the Ripley of the day. A voice interrupted her hungover thoughts. “I’m so ----ing disappointed in you,” Alison snarled in anger and fear as she marched acros...
Submitted to Contest #162
The brunette medical student sat down at a table in the restaurant, it was one of those odd rustic places that desired to look like a hole in the wall, but you knew that everything in it could only be bought by someone who worked in finance or medical administration. A desire of the elite to be vaguely accessible in a way they were not. She hated to admit that in the past few months she had become accustomed to this place, not by her own paycheck, but by that of a friend. The waitress walked over to the table, looked at the familiar patron, ...
Submitted to Contest #153
“I like you,” as he said this, he studied how the warm light reflected off her face. Her brown eyes embellished the burning light in a way that made them look like they belonged in the depths of some form of royal gold. Her expression was both wide-eyed and blank, she turned her face away looking back at the street with all the people dancing and laughing. Her profile looked more regal with the lights of the festival and the music giving way to her. “It’ll go away, believe me,” she tried to distract herself with the music. Her heart thudde...
Submitted to Contest #149
“Molly! Give that back,” the redhead sprinted to the other side of the parking lot with a black phone in hand. A brunette followed close in distance quickly catching up. Abbey cornered her friend, the red-head grinning like a Cheshire cat as she held the buzzing phone. Brianna could only stand and accept the usual chaos that erupted when they all got together. “Abbey, you’re the one who left your phone out,” Molly held the device behind her back as the brunette consistently grabbed at the rectangle. It was less like two college-aged women ...
Submitted to Contest #146
Warning: This piece contains mention of sexual assault (attempted). Please proceed with caution if you are sensitive to it. “Alison, c’mere!” Ripley calls over the crowd of people at the party. Alison looks over to her friend who jumps up and down looking as enthusiastic as ever. Ripley looked as though she had discovered buried treasure in the back of the house and had now wanted to cash in on it. Alison elbows her way through a wall of people. She hated parties and thought most people there were obnoxious and annoying. Her friend had ...
Submitted to Contest #139
Marlo makes his way into the auditorium, pulling his hat down and glasses over his face to avoid being noticed. Being famous tended to stunt the normal aspects of his life that he used to enjoy. It had also caused him great anxiety but he had managed to fair well between some therapy and medication. This book made him want to know who wrote it, to him it was something on the level of a great author even if the general public did not see it that way. The young actor looks down at the paperback copy he has in his hands of a book that reads H...
Submitted to Contest #135
Jesse marches to his truck with a black eye and a bruised ego, he never thought his girlfriend's skating partner would return a blow to his face. After seeing the muscular and lean man dance with Aelina he felt rage boil in the pit of his stomach. It aggravated him to know that the woman who touched him so gently did the same thing with someone else, not only in sport but what possibly may have been in a private relationship as well. Jesse slams the truck door on his side. Aelina sits on the other seat and looks out the window. “Do you kno...
Submitted to Contest #132
“Did you see how smug he was?” Alison immediately shot off walking out of the large convention center. Shannon walks next to her with a less enthused reaction to Alison’s extreme bouts of passion. Struggles in the rowdy girl's faith had left ideas slamming up against each other in her mind like waves claiming and eroding the edges of rocks. Her heart was never sure if it was twisted with anxiety or a sense of conviction as she felt her life begin to change at the end of high school. The combination of graduation and the suicide of her best f...
Submitted to Contest #129
“Crap.” Thomas smacks his thumb against the buttons of the chord phone several times before accepting the soundless drawl on the other end. His heart thumps with agitation and anxiety as he realizes they are most likely stuck in the chalet until morning. All the two could hope for would be that someone would be able to get to the cabin. “What?” Alison narrows her eyes and slides around the corner. Her arms are crossed and the front of her hair falls onto her shoulders, making the young woman look more mature than 26. Thomas thinks about ho...
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