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Submitted to Contest #76
“Greetings,” she said calmly from the foot of the bed. Surprisingly, Mary didn’t jump up immediately. She tugged a little at the rosy duvet and rubbed her eyes. “I’m sorry, I haven’t woken up yet. Who are you?” “You are highly favored. I don’t come to just anyone.” Unsure that this answered her question, Mary sat up a little straighter. Her first thought was that this was a dream, but as the morning fog cleared from her head she wasn’t so certain. The stranger sat stiffly on the corner of the bed, like a student eager for the...
Submitted to Contest #50
At every step, I was scared. Ma told me that the little, wooden steps were safe but my knobby knees wouldn’t stop shaking on the way up. She told me that the tree was solid but my eyes could see the ground too far down for my liking. She told me that the wind wasn’t strong enough to knock us over, and I screamed into her chest for an hour. At every step, she was patient. We sat in the tiny house in our backyard, hiding from who knows what. I told her I was hiding from the darkness outside, and I asked her what she was hiding from. Sh...
Submitted to Contest #42
He was a beautiful baby boy. Perfect, some might even say. We didn’t even clip his penis, every inch of him was perfection. I wouldn’t let a soul come near my son with those penis-snipping shears, or whatever archaic tool they were bound to use. His mother was indifferent, but I knew. I knew that he was complete and whole and didn’t need to be tampered with. The first time I held Jack, his hand grabbed mine, urgently, like he needed to tell me something. His eyes went wide and I whispered, “What is it?”, letting the words slip softly in...
Submitted to Contest #36
August 284 a.m.I have a dream. I have a dream that one day I will have a dream. That one day these bed sheets will rise up and live out the true meaning of their creed, “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all sleeps are created equal.” I have a dream that one day on the hills where sheep jump and are counted and insomniacs toss and tumble, they will sit down together at the table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even my bed, a bed sweltering with the heat of injustice, the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an...
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