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Submitted to Contest #222
The two enthusiastic visionaries, myself included, had gathered to tell of the dreams we’d recently had. We sank deeply into our armchairs and appreciated how the eight yard lights around us – unlike the slowing degrees of blue and violet having an argument, each one whispering its preferences – cast faded ginger harmoniously. It was as though we were in a field of marigolds. The perfect place for a night full of fantastical stories. Without any warning, my master launched forth into his narrative: To prevent a mortal (he said) from tellin...
Submitted to Contest #183
Day 1 I hope this makes it out in one. My name’s Winston Garret. I’m an employee at H&M. Well, I was. Now I mine and sell dirt for a living. I know I wrote “Day 1”, but I decided today to write in my favorite leatherbound book; I felt hopeful after a droplet splattered my forehead when I was half awake. It had been exactly 1,946 days since I was thrown into this room and met this alcove and many unfortunate men like me, whose language I do not speak, but I was certain it was Thai. The sole purpose I came to the Land of Smiles was t...
Submitted to Contest #169
A streak of white light paints the cozy camp white for a beat. It is so bright that I see it through the small crack in my coffin, under the soil. And it means Halloween has begun.Oh, I want to lie about what will happen, but I can’t! What I will do is elegant yet sly, thoughtful yet playful. I am forced (by myself) to wait for this year’s Halloween for seven hundred thirty moons; if it is only three hundred sixty-five moons my dear citizens will grow too fond (or envy) of me, for my gorgeous countenance will allow them to feel nothing but o...
Submitted to Contest #167
TW: Descriptions of death.In the backyard lay a dead soul, limbs torn and dress ripped.“Maggie,” calls a woman, “your father and I are ready to start.”Margaret does not answer. She gets up from her bed and puts on her pale orange slippers. A triplet of white lilies rest in her left hand, a photograph in her right. She goes down the steps, to the backdoor, and pulls on it until it opens. “There you are, dear. Come here and let’s send daddy’s soul to heaven,” says the woman. She almost pukes at what she said, but she swallows it down in t...
Submitted to Contest #164
Where I come from, people worship an invisible snake. It’s always been our protector and provider, though no one has actually seen it. Old stories written on yellowed papers named it the Saffron Serpent, and people have called it that ever since. Its skin color is like the peel of a banana, its body stretching across eleven straw houses, its width the height of two food chambers. My parents would tell me about how, at night, people would go missing and food would get stolen by the Saffron Serpent. The only evidence were the slithering and hi...
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