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Sophie Marin

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Love's Old Song

Sophie Marin

Submitted to Contest #63

By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. Mama liked to take the short way out. She burned our front yard to its bare bones, dousing the beautiful green blades and variegated plants in thick layers of gasoline every first of December. Louis and I begged her every year to leave the leaves, let them decay to dust like the faeries in our old storybooks, but she always laughed and shook her head, sending ripples flowing through her beautiful red mane. -Mama said that Papa married her for her hair, for the way it reminded him o...

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fuck this.

Sophie Marin

Submitted to Contest #58

The sun sent streaks of light through my window, burning my skin. Shit. It stings. It's not fair that we're stuck without air conditioning just because Mr. Taylor said that we don't deserve it. If anyone doesn't, it's them. I wasn't the one who used up all the power supply on the ranch trying to blow dry the beer pong table so they could use it for the July 4th party. Mr. Taylor lived in a land of hypocrisy. He knew damn well that it was Gertrude Taylor who had that stupid idea, not me or Sofia, but he didn't care. It's always hot in Dubli...

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Stars on Cuffed Jeans

Sophie Marin

Submitted to Contest #55

"Can you keep a secret?" Isabel shouted into the wind atop Bear Mountain. "I'm gay." That was the first and only time that Isabel had ever truly admitted her sexuality to anyone. Sure, maybe it was just to the occasional bird or bear, but it was a start, at least compared to whispering it to herself in the precious confines of her bedroom. As if she’d ever forget the fact. The memory of that day was permanently etched into the forefront of her mind— she could remember every little detail, down to the stars she’d drawn on the cuffs of her j...

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Six Thousand Days

Sophie Marin

Submitted to Contest #55

Harlow crept down the darkened stairwell, one old, creaky step at a time. She should have known to skip the fourth step to the right and to avoid holding the banister about three feet before the ground, since it was fairly unstable, but her mind was preoccupied with other thoughts. Just that morning, she'd caught her grandmother speaking into thin air— and although at first she had thought that her mamma was simply speaking to herself, Harlow had gasped when she heard a second voice in the old study. But when she burst in, peppering her mamm...

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