The following is a featured 100-word story from the December Writing Challenge. And she won’t. Stupid plane. Stupid ballet. Gigi, dead, because of them. Without a broken leg from dance… She would’ve been the survivor, not Rose Ridgeway. Teary-eyed, I mosey through Roman High. Apologies engulf me. Those we love never truly leave. Rose expresses “regret.” Deep down […]
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The first time I saw him, I was a girl. I only thought I saw a handsome foreigner and a beautiful novelty. I admired his dark skin and golden hair. I would hide behind a cabinet in Papa’s office for hours for a glimpse of him or a listen to his soft voice and lilting […]
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Calling all siblings, young and small, old and tall, here’s the truth about your little sister or brother. They might annoy you and have you convinced that they are created for the sole purpose of testing your temper and patience, but there is a definite method behind their madness. We must simply look closely to […]
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the fog is spitting straws of sunlight, the edges crisp like blades. sister’s hair is bouncing like waves as you run down the dock, the board swerving like drunk lungs, breath intoxicated. the night is painting the sky hues of desperation and angst. the waves start lamenting its heartache again, sings songs of lust and […]
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after I had been deaf a week I woke to my sister singing in my ear ………………………..I sat up in bed and did not breathe and stared at the closed door silent smiles and the scent of wood if she sang again I would sit at the piano and play along […]
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Her nails were white, her clothing black. Her heart resembled much of the both of them. Void of life and full with hatred. “I hate it,” she said. “I hate everything.” “You don’t hate everything,” I told her. “You hate things right now.” “When does right now turn into forever, though?” “It doesn’t,” I smiled. […]
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He’d spill a novel about how the only time I told him his art was beautiful was when the whites of my eyes were on fire. His wall would be polluted with Pulitzers for every article he’d hurl where I was hungover in the hallway. He’d burn his memoir so he wouldn’t remember how his […]
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“Kelly agrees with me.” “She said you shouldn’t do it.” “..Said you’ll regret it.” “She wouldn’t do something like that.” Never knew five letters could sting the way they did. The way they did when used like a double edged sword to juxtapose my skin. My clothes. My talents. To juxtapose me. Well, maybe I […]
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The boy died when he was walking home across the estate he’d walked across a hundred times before. It was a blade, a mistake, an older kid on a bike who thought he was someone else, someone who deserved a knife, deserved to lie there for an hour before he was found. The boy died […]
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