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Submitted to Contest #257
It was all I had left of my mother. A piece of who she was but also the curse that took her from us. Growing up, I never thought a building could hold so much power over a life, but I was about to find out just how far past my limits I could be driven. And all at the hands of a lighthouse. A beacon of hope was to be my undoing. My mother had been a beacon of hope for many in our little seaside town. She was never shy about giving, both of her time and of what little financially we had to spare when it came to our neighbors.Only that gi...
Submitted to Contest #256
She never wanted to be a mother, not in any of the ways that could sustain her through the first eighteen years of a life, that is. She wanted to be a mother in the way that some want to learn to play an instrument or wish to discover a hidden talent. The wish is genuine, but the dedication to following through is flighty at best. The older the child grew, the less they held her attention. Every day they grew more independent and less a living doll, the more her interest in them seemed to evaporate. After all, what good is a living doll if i...
Submitted to Contest #254
I have journeyed far beyond what I previously thought possible. Walked right up to the edge of the world and simply leapt forward with reckless abandon. And yet, when death chimed in my ears, when it called out my name, I was unprepared for my own ending to be written. Unwilling to give up on exploring existence and the realm that wardrobe had lead me to. After dreaming through my childhood of this very passage, from our world into another, I had found the path forward. Had found my very own key to the world, but now found myself hesitant to...
Submitted to Contest #253
As I slowly hung up the phone, the disappointment in her voice still fresh in my mind, I knew I had done the right thing. It had been eight years since I’d been back home, since I’d cut off contact with everyone in my family except for my baby sister. To say it hadn’t been easy would be putting things mildly, but every therapist I’d spoken to had told me it was the best course of action. The best way forward was to turn myself into an orphan, and now so many of the people I once called family hated me for it. All of them except for her. That...
Submitted to Contest #118
These walks through the park a few blocks from our apartment had become the thing I treasured most the past few months. As time had gone on, Amber and I had forgotten how to exist in the same space. It was as though the connection between us was a foreign language we were both slowly forgetting, but neither of us were willing to admit it was happening. Each day, she grew harder to read. Where once I knew how she was feeling with a simple shift in her breathing or a hidden smile tucked away in her voice, now she could be writing her feelings ...
Submitted to Contest #117
The boundary between our realms was meant to protect and shield us from heartache. To give both sides, humans and succubi collectors, the space they needed in order to keep from growing attached. We enter the human realm, collect what we are owed, and return home. That is the order to things. Only love doesn’t care about rules, regulations or traditions. Love cuts through boundaries, finding its mark on the hearts who need it most. I had no idea how much I needed her, until her cries reached my stubborn ears. I spent months attempti...
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