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Submitted to Contest #273
Sensitive content: LanguageI walked seven blocks from my apartment. Gran’s house looked abandoned—peeling paint, an overgrown, weedy lawn. The door barely clung to its hinges, but the lock gleamed, shiny and new. I knew she was home as soon as I smelled her burning cigarette. “Hi Gran, it’s just me,” I called out, hurrying toward the back porch where I knew she would be sitting, absentmindedly picking at the stuffing from her old, worn chair with her left hand. Gran smokes with her right—her fingers stained orange up to the second knuckle, t...
Submitted to Contest #230
Sensitive Content: Language, sexual violence“I want to forgive my mother for making me get my own switch for spanking me. I thought a thin willow branch would be easier on my backside, but it hurt worse than a big one as it sped through the air at flogging speed.”“I want to forgive my parents for spanking me after church every Sunday. I always talked and laughed during the sermon. It was so predictable that the three of us kids would be lined up for our punishment, I wore extra underwear under my Sunday best.”“I want to forgive my siste...
Shortlisted for Contest #212 ⭐️
Dear Majestic Mountain, I pray this letter finds you enjoying a clear sky and warm temperatures. I apologize for being so presumptuous that you might want to hear from me. You and I have been entwined for so long I felt it was time I told you how I feel. I have worked my way down your slopes, through your forests, and around your rocky shores all my life. I come from a source deep within you. I am intensely connected to you. We breathe together. When you are covered with bare trees, snow, and ice, I get low. When the snow melts, the ic...
Submitted to Contest #125
The Lucky One Running down the concourse to the gate I was out of breath. My shoulders hurt. I was hot. I was wearing my winter coat because it would not fit in my red roll aboard. The coat was a sail catching the wind, holding me back, slowing me down. I could feel my face and ears turning red as I sprinted. I really needed to stop and pee but every woman’s room I passed had a line coming out of the door. I told myself, “I’ll go on the plane.” The airline representative saw me coming to the gate. I saw him pick up the microphone, sa...
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