The Void by Marlee John

This story is one of the February Writing Challenge entries chosen to be a featured story. . I shift closer towards him— the leather of the couch is cold against my bare legs. Across from us, on the small box TV, The Best Of Me, is midway through, and a young Dawson serves Amanda breakfast […]

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Infectious by Marlee John

It was infectious. Everything about him. Everything. Why did he smile like that? At me. At everything. Nothing was worth smiling about. Not like that. The air was cold around me ─ Like a ton of bricks as it slammed me in the face Each day upon my awake. Sometimes when the coldness came I couldn’t help but […]

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Illinois by Marlee John

I was friends with her for a time. Everyone thought of her as “that girl” But there was more than that ─ More than what it may have seemed like on the surface. How could they not see? How could they not? She was kind; she was poetic; she was lovely. But she looked loose, Like […]

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