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Submitted to Contest #138
Kevin found himself caught on a breeze. The soft, cooling wind floating through him and around him as if trying to embrace him. He felt as if the zephyr would go on forever, never limited by the same gravity that seemed to tie Kevin to the earth. From his gusty hilltop he could see towns and villages amongst the valley’s slopes, their metal and brick buildings sticking above and amongst the green treetops. Civilization was ever present, but it was also an eternity away. Nearby trees moaned slightly, and their leaves rustled as the same whi...
Submitted to Contest #123
Another hand movement, another subtle twist of the wrist, another mercy. The mind told the spine which told the wrist which moved the hand which held the bending and twisting fingers. Their arms and hands moved together in a quiet and precise concert that could only come with years of practice. There was speed, but not a twisting and jerking kind; it was a graceful movement. Each movement, another plunge of the needle. Each movement, another small line of silk tugging together two pieces of flesh torn asunder. The only sound was the barely...
Submitted to Contest #119
There is no such thing as silence, only degrees of sound. When one imagines sound, or noise, they imagine loud things. Cities, concerts, car crashes. Sudden or prolonged high degrees of sound. When one imagines silence, they may picture many things. Empty woods, a nighttime street, a cemetery. When Ben made the decision to take a vacation in a small isolated house on the seaside in Maine, he had certainly imagined silence. Instead, there was just a different degree of noise. The world outside did not stay silent in the absence of hum...
Submitted to Contest #113
It’s a choking feeling, as if you’re being surrounded and removed of all oxygen by an inescapable black fog. At the same time, it’s also like being put on a stage, with the blinding lights obscuring all but the wooden panels below your feel. Choking and exposing. Constricting and far too revealing. And why? It was a slip of the tongue, not intentional in the slightest. Your friend had said something innocuous. Something about a particular character on the TV being “kinda cute.” And because they are your friend, and such company tends to ma...
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