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Submitted to Contest #274
When Gabrio turned 8, his Lola gave him a money tree. "This is for good fortune" She had said, placing the plant in his thin arms, "be kind to it." He hugged it to his chest, smiling up at her through the vibrant green. The trunk twisted together in a neat braid, and the leaves sprouted in odd numbers from the top like little fountains. It was beautiful and whimsical, and it took him a second to decide it was his new favourite thing. Over the course of a month, Gabrio fussed over the plant. Making sure the soil never went dry, an...
Submitted to Contest #103
The ivory keys of a piano are the farthest they've ever been from each other, strewn across the backroad of June boulevard. Underneath, the cement is cracked and riddled with used needles, potholes, and waste; even the raccoons have decided their looting is better done elsewhere. And despite the name of this street, the neighbourhood holds an inexplicable coldness throughout the seasons as they come and go, leaving the odd passers-by with wicked chills, especially when they walk past 10201, the home with the broken everything. It's d...
Submitted to Contest #101
When I'm watching TV, in the small home we shared, I look at the window to see you standing there. So, I close the blinds, because I'd rather be blind than to see the reflection of the man who died. I watch and I watch the screen full of colours until I don't know what I'm seeing, then I watch some more. But I never turn it off because the image I'd see, reflected at me, is worse than white noise on the TV. When the sky cries onto the earth, I see you in the reflection of mucky puddles. So, I splash in them until your face ri...
Submitted to Contest #98
When Lua, the moon, waxes into something full and mighty, the message is clear: The new year has begun and something stirs in the depths of Hoodoo Sea. Under her glowing light, the tides tremble and surge to monstrous heights, scraping the sky to wave hello. And the people of the sea, brave or misfortunate enough to sail across its skin, fight to keep their lives under the watchful gaze of Lua, sitting on her bed of clouds. There, she can convince the tides to turn and twist, push the lost people of the sea to where they deserve to be. Good ...
Submitted to Contest #95
TW: mention of child abuse The colour red makes me tense. I avoid wearing it and I despise how it's the start of every rainbow. I avoid ladybugs like some avoid spiders. And if a stranger were to greet me with a kind smile and tone so lovely, the gestures would render fruitless if they were wearing the colour red. I don't mean to be this way, really. If I had a choice, I would choose whatever thing made me normal. But instead, I am insane. You see, only insane people would find themselves in a situation like this one. I a...
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