Category: Writing Challenge
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In My Room
The Daily Post The air is hot, dense, and toxic, I feel my lungs boiling then shriveling. The lace curtains my grandmother made sparkle and flash like fireflies, then disintegrate. A smoldering pillowcase Scorches the bedspread as the flames take over, buckling the door and wrinkling the walls. Everything is screaming.
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Precious & Grace
The Daily Post “The Master says we should do something meaningful every day—something memorable that makes an impact,” Grace explained. “Ah, but ‘meaningful’ is subjective,” Precious grinned. “Razor blades in candy bars, or cinder blocks thrown from the overpass?” “Why not both?” “Indeed,” Precious agreed. “Why not both? Maybe we’ll get extra credit!”
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49 1/2
The Daily Post It was fifty years ago today that Candyce and Larry were married. Larry would describe the past half century as lacking. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he’d felt as though he’d missed out on something huge in marrying Candice. Even their twin girls, Constance and Prudence, were unremarkable.…
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Ritual
The Daily Post Few people in town even remembered his real name. They knew him simply as “Loco.” Henry remembered, though. He remembered the frenzied beatings, the angry Pall Mall cigarette burns and living in relentless fear that his father — the esteemed Dr. Farquhar — would come at him again. And again. And again.…
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Hindsight
The Daily Post Rocco had never felt more alone in his life. Surrounded by silence, there were no sounds aside from the ones he made himself. He’d only made them to ensure he wasn’t deaf. Rocco wondered about the altitude. Would he die of a heart attack on the way down? Perhaps he’d impale himself on…
aka, The Abject Muse 