Fiction
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Flummox – Weekend Writing Prompt #247
English was always performative for mother. She especially loved using big words in the most ordinary situations. “How flummoxing!” “Just say confusing…?” “And that’s why your teacher says your essays are prosaic,” she sniffed. Inhaling deep, I left her in the kitchen. I think I should give myself a good pat on the back for Continue reading
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When Words aren’t Enough
Sometimes, words aren’t enough. She realizes this in his wan smile before he drains his glass to give her a perfunctory nod, grunting at the bitterness burning down his throat. He says nothing as idle conversations stray by their table and that’s when her words echo back to her. Like soulless drips collecting, rippling out Continue reading
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Saunter – Weekend Writing Prompt #246
Her seduction of him was never intentional. She hadn’t caught his attention with flirtatious quips or a provocative gait. It was in the breathy notes of her laughter. The citrus of her perfume that sauntered – unbidden – over his senses. In all her natural reactions that drew him to ask her name. SammiCox Continue reading
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Portmanteau: Weekend Writing Prompt #228
It lay in the middle of the street. Its silhouette like remains left behind after the bodies had been cleared away. As the smoke and panic receded on the midnight billows, children darted from the shadows to circle the curious object: a battered portmanteau. And a voice came from within, soft and ethereal, promising treasures Continue reading
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Restless — Weekend Writing Prompt #206
Restless voices Echo on the shallows; Disembodied groans Uttered In a wordless desperation To learn the melodies Of belonging We’ve tumbled right along into a new weekend. Another State of emergency is about to be implemented where I live, and I’m starting to wish i could just work from home. Besides that, I enjoy weekends Continue reading
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A Recluse’s Wish
Her junk email overflows in silent choruses of ‘Where are you’s’ and ‘We miss you’s’. She clicks through them all, feeling an odd sense of comfort. It’s all coding, she knows. A programmed sincerity from her neglected accounts that isn’t at all rooted in human concern. But it’s more than she’s ever gotten from the Continue reading
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Uncanny — Weekend Writing Prompt #205
The fortuneteller’s booth was a necromancer’s lair; filled with bones, talismans, vials and mysterious trinkets. But most uncanny was his hesitant grimace. “Are you sure you want to know your future?” She nodded. What’s the worst that could happen? This was my first busy weekend in a while. I didn’t get to write as much Continue reading
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Forage – Weekend Writing Prompt #204
In the spring of April On a Sunday afternoon Bathed in petrichor After the clouds had emptied themselves In the wordless language Of souls blooming In a timeless forage To find belonging The world seemed perfect Resplendently refreshed In the golden flush Of the sun after the rain And she soaked in the moment Reclined Continue reading
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A Peculiar Memory
There is an odd moment I recall every now and then. A memory that revisits in the hour when the moon untangles her chiffon veil, shadows pooling at her feet. Tonight, it finds me in my failed search for sheep to indulge a silly bedtime routine. I met a girl whose heart lived in a Continue reading
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Absurd – Weekend Writing Prompt #203
Amy squinted at the mirror, fingers pressed to its cold surface framed in mahogany. Her expression twisted, confused at the empty space that should’ve shown her reflection. Everything else in her bedroom had one, so where was hers? She yelled out as her mother entered her room, gasping when she saw herself…in bed? But…that’s absurd! Continue reading
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