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Submitted to Contest #301
The worn brown tiles of the Shelter of Hope entrance echo with laughter from small children running through their parents legs, the legs clearly testing the children’s agility at weave poles. A solemn group of elderly women in long skirts and flowy blouses huddle together over a carrier containing a yowling orange tabby. A loud clank sounds from the heavy industrial door that beckons visitors to find their new “family” beyond its opening. The overwhelming smell of urine and bleach assault my nose. I wriggle my nose back and forth with my ind...
Submitted to Contest #291
The periwinkle sky of dusk slowly changes into the velvety navy night sky. The stars popping out like popcorn kernels subjected to high heat. Staring up at the sky, I pull my sweater closer to me, the evening temperatures dipping into the low forty degree range. My warm breath blows into my cupped hands, keeping my fingertips warm. As the night continues to grow, the temperatures will follow suit in dropping further. I should have brought my gloves, but the call for the last minute star gazing meetup had me flustered and leaving in a hurry. ...
Submitted to Contest #289
The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here. Vivi thinks to herself, staring blankly into the empty room. Darkness engulfs her vision, her eyes adjusting to the unfamiliar surroundings. She reaches for her phone, it’s gone. Panic consumes her, bile rises in her throat. Oh no I’m going to be sick she thinks to herself. She tries to regulate her breathing, short quick breaths coming faster and faster. Her hands fall to her side and hit a solid surface. She feels around. Cold concrete greets her palms. She grounds herself, feel th...
Submitted to Contest #285
Home, a place I haven’t been in more than ten, wait no twelve years. I can’t believe Grammy is gone. The finality of death hits my chest hard, my aching heart beats loudly, the lub-dub, lub-dub, echoes in my ears. The stifling heat makes it hard to breathe. Or is it the sadness that is engulfing me. I walked aimlessly through the kitchen, running my fingers over the yellowing cream color Formica countertop. The chip in the corner opposite the oven and stove still there from when I accidently hit it with my skateboard when I was eight. The ag...
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