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Submitted to Contest #99
Boris had woken up on the floor. He had a bed, but as usual when the nights were this hot, he couldn’t stand staying in it. Martin tried numerous ways of convincing him to stay in bed with him, but to no avail. Boris didn’t mind cuddling on the long winter nights, but in the summer, he needed his space. It was one of the things Martin just had to accept. Just like Boris tolerated Martin’s merciless snoring. Which, with his heightened hearing, was quite a challenge. Then they had breakfast – as usual, together. Eggs on toast for Mart...
Submitted to Contest #95
TW: murder They come late at night. I’m not entirely sure what woke me up at first but the longer I sit motionlessly and strain my hearing, the clearer I can hear the distant murmur of struggle and muffled shouts. My bedroom is untypically illuminated by the soft glow streaming in through the windows, bathing everything in warm, orange light. It is almost as though a fireplace was lit in the room, creating a homely, cosy atmosphere, except there is no fireplace here. As I slide from underneath the covers and pad on bare ...
Submitted to Contest #94
Wednesday, April 21st Bella I can tell she needs my help. Brina is jumping up and down, trying to get down the toaster that we barely use and that our parents keep on the top shelf in the cupboard. She is a year older, but I am five inches taller, and I know she hates it. Hates that she is more likely to be asked for her ID buying alcohol in the store than I, the baby sister, am. Hates that I take after Mum, a candidate for a model due to her impressive 5’10” height and she takes after Dad, who is not the t...
„Watch it!” I whirl around to localise the owner of the squeaky voice that has just compromised my hearing. I find it in the form of a 5’2” blondie, currently trying to keep her gaze focused long enough to shoot daggers at me. Uh-oh. I regard her head to toe – not to height-shame, but there’s not much distance my eyes have to travel. She must have been the body I’ve bumped into moments ago while making my way through the crowd. The midget seems pissed at me for the fact, which I find interesting, considering how she is the one clenc...
Submitted to Contest #90
Rosha ran. Her muscles aching, her lungs burning, her fawn’s horns snaring in the lower branches above her head, she ran, weaving her way in between the trees. Her long hair got snagged on a branch when she cast a quick glance over her shoulder and she felt a painful tug but ignored it, jerking her head and powering on. Leaving a strand of light pink hair tangled on that branch, blowing in the wind. Carrying her scent. The howls drew closer. Not dogs’, no. Dogs were from the human world, good-hearted and obedient, only becoming vile if...
I tug on the fraying edge of the hole in my jeans, right above my knee. I can feel eyes on me. Not the people’s, though the train is crowded. No, I know those are my own demons watching me, crowding me, bringing forth a paranoia so potent, it makes my hands tremble. I tug and twist to busy my shaking fingers with something, all the while keeping my eyes down. Avoiding eye contact. A movement opposite of me is what causes me to lift my gaze. Boot regards me from where he sits on the bench across from mine, his eyes unreadable as ever. He l...
Submitted to Contest #89
I look back at the house, shielding my eyes with my palm. The sun has just risen above the rooftop, shining directly upon me, blinding me. I tell myself that this is the reason why my eyes are watering, why I cover them with a hand. It has absolutely nothing to do with the tears gathering in them, blurring my vision of the building. They sting because too much direct sunlight is bad for you. And they water because… well, I am only human, okay, and people’s eyes water when they look at the sun for too long. Except it is not the sun I am lo...
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