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Submitted to Contest #300
Hey there Neighbour! We haven't yet formally met but have, of course, noticed the crisp sold sign on the front lawn and spied the moving trucks circling the house for several weeks now and decided it was time to officially welcome you to the neighbourhood! We're a cheery bunch here at Cherry Blossom Crescent, and we love meeting new folks so we're hugely excited to have a wonderful new family joining our welcoming little community! As with all neighbourhoods, we have our little quirks (nothing too strange - don't worry!) so we thought we'd ...
Submitted to Contest #294
Sensitive Content: Mentions of Death Dear Andrea, The house has been quiet since you left. The lavender has been blooming, I know how much you love it. I think it's missing something. The bees don't hover like they used to. The sun never seems to hit it anymore. The shade doesn't feel quite right there. To say I miss you wouldn't even be worth it. Too small. Too microscopic. To say I feel as though something, some deep-rooted part of myself has been wrenched away. To say I feel wretched and bloody and gaping. To say there is a void in my sou...
The day the moon fell is the same day you realised all your secrets had fallen from the top cabinet of your small yellow kitchen (you tended to put them in a shabby old cider bottle, whenever they got too frantic, whirling around your brain like carefree children in a play park) The two facts weren't correlated, you had decided later, but still an odd certainty had struck you at the time that one simply could not have occurred without the other. After all, what were the odds of your painstakingly concealed...
The house was on fire.The house was on fire and she was ok with that. Better than ok. Good. Great, even? It hadn’t been planned. At least not consciously. But sometimes, she thought with grim certainty, things worked out better when you didn’t see them coming. And she hadn’t. Seen this coming, I mean. The satisfying scratch of the match and slosh of the petrol had truly been a spur of the moment choice. She had never once smoked a cigarette in her life, but here, standing solemnly next to the smouldering house (it’s burning like it has somet...
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