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The Key is Me
I, a simple sinner, looked through the key hole. Inside was a sight that locked me in my place. I was no longer outside of the room, but I wasn’t quite in it either. It was as if I was held in place between two worlds. My world, and this foreign one.
By Josh Ripperger3 months ago in Fiction
The Unwilling Resistance. Honorable Mention in Through the Keyhole Challenge.
I fell to my knees as if revisiting the pews from my Catholic childhood and closed my left eye in order to gaze through the ancient keyhole of a door that separated me from certain doom and uncertain, possible doom. Astigmatism be damned; I’d have rather risked losing an eye than spend another second in that god forsaken place. I had enough experience genuflecting in my youth to afford me kneecaps of steel—and for good reason too—because I couldn’t tell if I was perched on top of shrapnel or shards of bone. The warzone expanded westward and while none of us expected it, we also couldn’t hold a candle to any false promises that came from the militant leaders. And how could we? They sat cozy and confined in their well-lit fortresses and I—along with a few hundred poor bastards—sat without so much as a glimmer of light, or hope.
By Kaitlin Oster3 months ago in Fiction
The Rise and Fall of Six Flags America
The first time I went to Six Flags was when I was 13, me and my siblings we were in Summer Camp in 2009. We go to pools every Friday and field trips like for instance, Washington Mystics WNBA game which was our first field trip. It was the last field trip before the end of summer camp. We went to the Six Flags in Bowie and we had the most upmost fun going fun rides including the roller coasters (mind you it’s my first time riding roller coasters at the time) after we rode on the rides including the water parks. My favorite ride at Six Flags was the Drop Zone and the Hurricane Harbor where the sharp waves come up and down and it became my all time favorite.
By Gladys W. Muturi3 months ago in Wander
finifugal
My best friend told me things that were deeper than the breadth of my own experience. I fear that I have similar feelings, almost like I lived these things through his eyes. The discreet way I handled this discernment had me reeling in a strange sense of bewilderment. Sometimes, when he spoke, I felt a strange reflection stirring in me — as if his pain had found a home in my own chest before I even knew what it meant.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 months ago in Fiction
A Discovery in a Bus Shelter
I met my first publisher at a bus stop. Yes, I am as busy with the challenges as any of you out there in Vocalland. I have also had more contracts added to my teaching schedule, papers marked and to come on the docket, and I think I may have beaten back a slight cold that set up shop at the back of my head and on my chest. I know that I should rest and restore myself to better shape so that I can keep tapping out these pieces. But I feel compelled to talk about a man who changed my plans for my literary career, especially since I did not think I had one.
By Kendall Defoe 3 months ago in Writers
The Intruder
I could see them earlier today. My keyhole looks into the hallway, but I can see into the living room too, occasionally catching glimpses of my favourite family. The long luscious blonde locks of Gabi, that flowed behind her like the veil she's wearing in the picture in the hallway. The tall handsome Zack, with large rippling muscles in his shoulders as he lifted little Ava high up in the air. The perfect family, illustrated well by the perfect pictures on the wall opposite my peephole.
By Liam Storm3 months ago in Fiction
