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Submitted to Contest #51
The waves seemed to call to him. Eoin watched them rise up like a whale and roar in one cascade onto the beach. He heard the smooth pebbles scuttle and crinkle before being drowned by another crash. It was a powerful cadence, a familiar one. The same sounds had echoed in his mind for as long as he could remember. Sometimes he was sure the sea had rippled inside him from the moment he was born, whispering through his veins the same perpetual tune.“I’m here Dana,” he said, but his voice got lost in the salty air. He wandered along the pebbled ...
Submitted to Contest #50
The silver edges of the glass became dull and blended into the warm glowing light bursting from the centre of the ball. It always happened quickly, like when one falls asleep, and it’s impossible to remember the moment you become unconscious. One moment, she was looking down at the world; it’s milky, orange glow, entrapped by the glistening glass, and then suddenly she was inside.‘Mmmh, yes I’m here,’ she said aloud, letting her voice ripple out beyond the atmosphere. She had to hold it all in her mind, every little detail suspended. She cou...
Submitted to Contest #42
A woman in a red dress stumbled out onto the open lawn. The warm light behind her glowed like a fire and excited voices and jovial music seeped from the castle into the blue summer night. The woman stood for a moment, breathing, enjoying the soft, cool air soothe her hot skin. Her eyes searched wildly for the moon and when she couldn’t find it she glanced behind her, wondering if she should just abandon the night and drink until she was dizzy. Though, she knew what she was feeling now wouldn’t slip away so easily.“Fuck you,” she whisper...
Submitted to Contest #39
I used to imagine what I’d say to you. I’ve had more conversations in my head with you than in real life. It was in high school, that day in Mr Roy’s drama class, when I knew I loved you. You were always good at drama, never afraid to be yourself. At least that’s how it seemed. That day I sat like a shadow, hanging in the corner of the classroom. No-one ever spoke directly to me. They called me names, whispered behind my back. You must have heard them, we’ve never spoken about it, but maybe that’s why I never cared about being alone as much ...
Submitted to Contest #38
It was another lazy day. Heather and I sunbathed in our small garden, everyone in the flat above us had left so we had it all to ourselves.‘You know I actually think the pink would look better than the purple.’ Heather sat beside me. She was working on a tapestry, her latest piece, that she hoped would be accepted at the next exhibition when lockdown was over. ‘What do you think?’ she asked, raising her head to look at me.I shrugged, ‘the pink?’She nodded, pulling the purple thread from her needle. I collapsed onto the blanket we were sittin...
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