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In Her Own Backyard

Posted on July 4, 2023July 3, 2023 by Elizabeth

Written for a Tulip Tree Pub Contest; Submitted 10/30/19 The office had enough of her. From her dark brown roots breaking through the bottled blonde to her manicured toes displayed in open toe wedges. The tipping point started when her matching manicured and manufactured finger nails would crumple up assorted singles and five dollar bills,…

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Stay Afloat

Posted on May 16, 2023May 16, 2023 by Elizabeth

No need for sadnessthe weight pulling you down is only temporary In the end there’s likeness, lightnesshope rising through the seas The d’s, f’s, b flatsand all the chords we play to sing ourselves to sleep The “Every Good Boy Does Fine” lies, we sing ourselves to sleep with In the end there’s no need…

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A Diamond in the Rough

Posted on April 25, 2023May 2, 2023 by Elizabeth

Each reflection offered her a different perspective of herself. In some, her side part, flipped across the front was magazine worthy. In others, it was a bad hair day from an 80s B movie. Her face was squat laid over the house across the street – the one hidden by a large, stone fence, but…

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Waiting to Die

Posted on April 4, 2023April 2, 2023 by Elizabeth

The wall of dread stood before her tall, dark, and imposing. Small sparkles of light were visible behind it, at least she thought they were. She believed they were. She wondered if it was enough to break through.  It hadn’t been the first time that she had stood before this wall, but for some reason…

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Guilt Like Molasses

Posted on February 28, 2023October 16, 2022 by Elizabeth

Passion radiated between them. Veronica’s face, flushed and warm, turned up toward the ceiling back toward the wall behind her. Her hands slid across his back, up his neck. Her fingers tangling his hair. His tongue trailing down her side, punctuated by kisses along the way. Reaching further into her as he worked his way…

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Coffee Shop Fling

Posted on February 14, 2023October 16, 2022 by Elizabeth

She was sitting there, headphones in, multiple people pulled up in small boxes on her laptop screen. Obviously, she was on a call and judging by her regular head nods and longing looks at her empty coffee cup it was a call that should have ended forever ago. It was her fourth day working quietly,…

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Long Strokes, Even Pressure

Posted on February 7, 2023February 7, 2023 by Elizabeth

Shelly was standing on the side part of the bend watching as Eddie held his grip and pushed down in one, “long stroke. Even pressure.” She could see the tendons in his arm flex, his muscles as her eyes traveled up, under his shirt. He might be in a plaid long-sleeve, but she knew what…

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С аппетитом!

Posted on January 31, 2023January 30, 2023 by Elizabeth

[With Appetite] Lada pulled out her notebook. A small, black notebook slightly smaller than a traditional tarot card, but just as powerful. It’s texture skin holding inside its smooth, creamy pages. In was the important thoughts that passed through Lada’s mind, her accumulative knowledge of tarot, as well as every thing she, or her mother,…

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Programming Revenge

Posted on January 24, 2023January 23, 2023 by Elizabeth

Bernard sat at his computer. The thick clack of his mechanical keyboard filling the small studio apartment. The yellowed tips of his fingers hovered above the off-white keys. He took a deep breath as he slid his thick rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose. The soft notes of meadow mountains toying with his…

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A Token of Affliction

Posted on January 17, 2023January 15, 2023 by Elizabeth

The purple puffy pouch rested against the stapler. Some of the air already deflated causing it to slump more than stand. Not that she had filled it with air or anything really to make it puffy, it had just kind of closed that way. Inside was a small token of affection, one that Margret was…

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