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Submitted to Contest #310
The story left me, as the ones who heard it before me, muzzled. It was a story meant to stay in the shadows, carried only by whispers, but even stories like this creep to the surface if left alone to fester. At night, when my eyes surrender to the darkness, I dream of the story that consumes my mind. It is the story that convinces me that the only way to shatter the chains that imprison me is to publish it. After weeks of wearing me down I surrender and I take it to my editor with desperation. He slowly takes it from my hand. Usually he is r...
Submitted to Contest #309
Take out the bread, then the peanut butter, and last the jam. Spread and swirl the two together and bam—an Amanda-Banana sandwich. Amanda may have only been seven, but she’d been making Amanda-Banana sandwiches for her and her sister for as long as she could remember. Every day, before the sun woke Mommy and Daddy, Amanda and her twin would sneak into the kitchen and feast. Amanda would take her sandwich and Susie their special milk. Then, under the table, they would share the dreams they had the night before. Ever since their favorite books...
Every morning Tina would wake to her routine. She loved everything about this life she has branded. Tina would open her eyes and turn on the phone lying next to her and live stream. At first she did it to help her stick to her regiment, but now she does it to feel like she is important. What Tina doesn’t know is that these are the lies we tell ourselves to give purpose and warm us from isolation. I am one of Tina’s original followers from birth. Assigned to amuse her, confuse her, and lead her to distract her from her true purpose. It was a ...
Submitted to Contest #308
Content Warning: This story contains themes of child loss and grief, which may be distressing to some readers. The heat of the sun stroked my cheeks before I could even open my eyes. It was a new day. As I slowly climbed out of my tent, I stepped into the sunshine. Arms reached toward the heavens, I took a breath in. There is always peace in the first moments my eyes open. Then the cold reality hits me—and even the warmth of the sun can’t bring comfort while my heartbeat of joy is missing. The professional searchers greet me with condition...
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