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Submitted to Contest #321
The Box:Lark There is a box on my table. Perfectly square with a thick strip of tape centered across it, tempting me to open it. I stare at the cardboard stranger and think to myself if I set it down before work, not thinking about it. But I hadn’t ordered anything. There are no labels on the box, only that dusty brown color on every square inch, no blemishes, post marks, or scratches in sight. A perfectly square box.I move towards my cleaned off table, that I don’t remember tidying, to investigate. I draw near the smooth edge, my hands hove...
Submitted to Contest #320
TW: Death (in general as a conversation), gore descriptions The Monster in the WoodsLark There is a monster in the woods. I can hear the scrapes and crunching beneath heavy feet shuffling ever closer, closer, closer. I am become lost with my broken body resting against rugged boulder, my fingers scraping rock; leveraging myself away from the monster. Fingers bleeding beneath scraped fingernails and wretched cries leaving my lungs. I hear it coming. Coming for me.The monster has always been- as old as the woodlands and rivers. It looms in the...
Submitted to Contest #312
The drug was called Somnex. It was distributed by the Lovelee’s Corporation. The company was paying people to trial run the drug for their new performative virtual reality program. Many were nervous; even more were weary. Few had a choice in the Alliance District where poverty was more than just a threshold, it was the medium. Benjamin was one of those few who started the trial drug. At $200 per dose, it was a no-brainer to participate. There was little work in their District, shops either did not make enough to survive, or were robbed to th...
Submitted to Contest #309
Once when the plains grew long and large, and the sun warmed the bare earth, there was a mouse that was born. The mouse was the smallest of the litter, and the mother knew it was unlikely it would survive with its five other siblings vying for food and shelter.“By day's end,” thought Mother Mouse, “this runt will be dead.”But such was life, and Mother Mouse could not waste energy when she had many more mouths to feed.When Father Mouse saw the runt, he agreed, “By day’s end this runt will be dead. Such is life.”But by day's end the runt of th...
Submitted to Contest #304
My love, my love.I would die for you.Even when my heart lays in tatters at your feet and the winter night feels like a blessing across my too warm skin, that you flayed open and left hanging behind. You broke me unlike any other. Brought me in and left me hollow and bleeding. That is how you showed your love, with clenched fists and harsh words. An unspoken bond between us. Flowers and gifts on feathered apologies come to light with the morning sun. Your lips pressed against mine, now cracked and bleeding, but I paint yours with the crimson ...
Submitted to Contest #303
There was a letter amongst the bills and adverts that caught Grandmama Irene’s attention. An official sort of document from the hospital all the way in Atlanta. She was expecting this, she knew what it would say, but opening the letter and looking at the results was an entirely different sort of knowing. It was more official. She was dying. Typed plainly and written simply. She didn’t have much time left. And she felt it. Lately her days have been growing shorter as exhaustion overcame her and her lungs burned quicker. Gone were the days of ...
Submitted to Contest #301
Snip, SnipDaybreak comes with renewed motivation. For the past few weeks, I have been tirelessly sending out resumes, following up on said resumes, and, in general, spending my days job hunting. I was desperate, but my hope was still high. Freshly graduated and filled with a sense of vigor that only those still naïve and in their youth seem to hold. Today was another day, another opportunity to “get out there.” As was good practice for any good businessman, I searched the paper’s classifieds for my calling. The usual catalogue of wanted hand...
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