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Submitted to Contest #80
The loud cackling had been going on for exactly four hours and twenty-seven minutes. Locked in the rattling, metallic cage, every sound sounded loud and clear to Cedric’s ears. He wasn’t locked up; no. This was resistance training. Endurance, some said. But Cedric liked to call it ‘resistance’. To him, he was resisting the urge to cut himself to prevent the jarring, irritating voice from penetrating his bleeding ears. His ears were positively bleeding, thick red dripping down the side of his face in small, unnoticed streams. Thirty-two min...
Submitted to Contest #76
She sits beside me in class. We talk a lot, often about things that don’t matter. Marshall doesn’t like that. He tells me since we have forever been in the same class, I should spend more time with him. I understand where he is coming from. No one likes Marshall. Everybody loves him, but no one likes to be seen with him. Marshall thinks it is because he is homosexual. I usually assure him it’s not, but today I let him think what he pleases. Today Skye looks different.Her bob is colored light pink. People stare at her as she walks down the ha...
Submitted to Contest #65
The yearning for something raw, coarse. The wild instincts clawed at his insides like nails against a freshly painted wall. He could feel his hands twitching, his legs hurting at the knees from his refusal to run free. But he ignored these obvious signs, like he’d ignored them for so many years. Only now, he knew deep within something had to be done about them.-x-x-x-x-x-Drake looked up from his packing, peering over the suitcase lid at the petite woman at his door.“You’re sure you want to go? Tonight you can stay. Its 31st.”“‘Those who leav...
Submitted to Contest #57
Today was mom’s day. I stared in fascination at her hair. Where there had only been streaks before; her head was now a mass of orange mane. They curled beautifully around her sharp jawline, making the orange tinge on her cheeks more prominent. Dad walked in, stopping right behind her. He curled a strand of her hair around his index finger. “Looks beautiful, honey. Are the kids getting theirs done too?” She looked unsurely at me. What did she think I would do? Dye my hair white because they named me Whit? It was bad enough I didn’t fit, but...
Submitted to Contest #53
“What is … ok … if your life were a movie, what would be its tagline?”This one I had to think about. When I spoke, I surprised myself: “You think you know someone, but people have ways of surprising you.”“What do you mean?”“Nuh-uh. My turn. And since you spoke out of turn, I get to ask two questions.” That was our personal take on the game.“Nadine … nooo. I’m sorry, your answers are always just so vague.”“They make you think and that is what you don’t like.”She pulled a face and I laughed at her immaturity, our game momentarily forgotten. I ...
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