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Submitted to Contest #298
Trevor doesn’t go to school on Father-Son Day. He lies and says he’s sick. Stares at the ceiling long enough to memorize the swirl in the plaster that looks like a snake eating its tail. The house is quiet, which means his mom's at work and there’s no one around to ask questions. He’s gotten good at not being asked things. The kitchen smells like burned toast and lemon-scented floor wipes. He doesn’t touch the toast. He drinks water from the tap and doesn’t bother with a glass.. There was a time he would have waited by the window on this d...
Submitted to Contest #295
I wake up, but it feels like I never actually slept. There’s this heavy, dull ache in my chest that I can't shake off. I sit up, and the world spins for a second, not from anything physical, but from the weight of... everything. Like my body’s tired, but it’s not from anything I’ve actually done. It’s like I’ve been carrying this invisible burden forever. I can't remember the last time I felt good about anything. Nothing excites me, nothing makes me feel like there's something worth getting up for. It’s all just a blur of grey—every day is t...
Submitted to Contest #293
January 1985; Somewhere over the .... You were a thousand miles into the Atlantic when the aircraft rutted violently against your controls. Barely a shiver in the airframe at first, like a deep sigh running through the metal bones of the 777, then unloading at once. You felt it beneath your hands, fingers curled around the yoke, a pulse of tension radiating from your own chest. And you thought that perhaps the bottom of the ocean was where you belonged. There was a darkness there, a pressure so strong it would stop your body from behaving ...
Submitted to Contest #291
It’s raining. It always is. This city is burning itself into extinction like a cigarette dying in the embrace of yellow-lighted streets. I sit in my empty office with a bottle of cheap booze in my hand, pretending I don’t hear the footsteps in the hall. My eyes quickly flock to the portrait of the Mayor hanging on the wall. Thomas Kingsley and his ever-watchful gaze. Over me.And then his spitting image is there, leaning against my doorway wearing a leather jacket. Like I never let him leave.“Hello, Jack.”Hearing my name i...
Submitted to Contest #289
Zoe had always believed she was real. Every breath she took, every touch against her skin, every whisper of fabric against her body confirmed it.She was Zoe. She had always been Zoe.Until tonight.Her boyfriend’s hands traced the curve of her waist, his lips murmuring sweet nothings, something meant to pull her deeper into the moment. But then he stiffened. He pulled away. His fingers trembled against her as if he had just touched something cold."Zoe…" Peter’s voice cracked. His eyes, wide with horror, stared past her, into the mirror on...
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