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Submitted to Contest #86
Yesterday, I saw a patch of daffodils. They made me want to scream. To rip my hair out and cry, grief making me all the more dramatic. You got me daffodils, remember? Every Valentines Day. You thought roses were too cliche. I would laugh and smile each time I saw you with a bouquet of them. You would say they reminded you of me. Bright, happy, unique. You made me feel beautiful and special. That's what you did. You brought out the good in the world. I didn't speak for the rest of the day. An overreaction? Yes. But when I saw them, all I coul...
Submitted to Contest #83
I swam hard against the currents. My lungs screamed for air, but my head was unable to surface. My arms and legs felt like the blood had been replaced with quicksilver, the bones with lead. I kept pushing though, knowing that it was this or a darkness that I would never wake from. I surfaced for just a moment, long enough to take a deep breath. The air was polluted with the sharp taste of metal, thick with smoke, scented with salt. Another wave pushed me down, too soon. I struggled again and again. My eyes were blurred under the water, but w...
Submitted to Contest #67
I rap my knuckles softly on Mrs. Cook’s door. I stand there for a moment, and check my watch. 5:00. Where is she? Usually, my violin teacher is waiting for me at the door, hands full with a plate of cookies for me. My stomach turns uneasily as I think something terrible. She is eighty... I knock on the door again, a little harder this time, and call out in a wavering voice, “Mrs. Cook?” No answer. I bite my lip and touch the cold metal door knob. If she’s okay, I’ll tell her I was only breaking and entering to make sure she was fine. The doo...
Submitted to Contest #65
Dancing Bones ”No,” I tell Amber. “You’re ridiculous.” We’re sitting cross-legged in her extravagant bedroom, Amber grinning like a fool. ”Why not? Scared?” She wiggles her eyebrows at me. I poke her stomach. “Yes.” Amber rolls her vibrant blue eyes. ”And here I was, convinced that you were braver than this.” I cough out a laugh and tuck a lock of red hair behind my ear. “Bravery and stupidity are two sides of the same coin.” ”Come on Kat!” Amber shoves me playfully. “If you agree, I bet I can get James to come too.” When she says h...
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