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Submitted to Contest #185
Unrelenting ticking dominates my otherwise quiet room—the damn pocket watch. The one from your damn grandpa. The one who cursed at you for being in love with another man. In love with me. The sound continues. Tick-tock. It won’t leave my awareness, and it summons your green eyes framed by golden curls in my mind. Your wicked smile. You were always scheming something extraordinary. I was thankful to be along for the ride. Tick-tock. I can’t handle the sound. It pulls me from my warm bed. Walking around the bed, I yank the damn thing from the ...
Submitted to Contest #84
"Have you ever thought about living forever?" “Not like this,” I whisper bitterly. “No, no, not like this, like in the story books.” Story books? What are we ten? Holding in a frustrated sigh, I wait for Remmy to begin his obnoxious dreaming out loud tangents. He’s always been a dreamer, but lately it’s been over the top, and non stop. It’s like he’s ten and believing these unrealistic things again, like how we’ll get out of our bunker and underground cavern someday. So foolish. I’d smack some sense into him, but I’m afraid it’ll crush his s...
Submitted to Contest #83
The ocean breeze whips my unmanageable hair in various directions, blocking my view of the light blue sky in the horizon. Where we're going, will my hair suddenly be tame? Will I die of such changes? Running barefoot on my island and growing with the grass, the trees, the meadow, it's been my whole life. Why must I leave it? Marriage, honor, tradition, it is the way of our people. These are words my father has repeated thousands of times, yet I cannot bear to hear them once more. For I fear that if I do, I will run into the embrace of the se...
Submitted to Contest #70
My reflection in the window shakes me to my core, but I refuse to tear my eyes away. My once womanly shape is now shapeless, my clothes baggy. My dark eyes with heavily layered dark circles underneath, my filthy disheveled clothes, my trembling hand that reaches out to touch the glass. A startled woman inside the coffee shop jumps back and I quickly turn away and hustle down the sidewalk, still rattled by the sight of myself. I inwardly reprimand myself. I need to find them, not stare at myself. I remind myself that I deserve to ...
Submitted to Contest #62
“Will!” The scream pulls me from my deep slumber. I sit up, and I’m breathing heavy. The big white room is empty. It’s just me and my metal framed bed again. Every time I’m getting near my time of stasis, her voice calls stronger in my mind. Who is she? I have yet to find the answer to that question. It would probably bother me more, if I remembered anything about myself. The Pod, as our people call it, is a time for finding clarity, cleansing the impurities and a time for refortification. What they think they are ref...
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