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the color red2 years ago in Natural Disasters
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Odyssey II Submission: Chapter OneCHAPTER ONE: WORLD'S ENDOdyssey II Submission: Chapter One8 months ago in Writing More Like This
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December. – J.M. Barrie
The young redhaired woman was admiring herself in a full-length mirror. The vintage dress she was modeling reflected her fondness for the antique. She still laughed to think of how as a teenager she'd wandered from Victoria Station all the way down to the World's End area of the King's Road, somehow naively thinking that some glittering remnant of a 1960s storefront would magically appear.
A casual observer might have placed her in her late 20s or early 30s, with a sly smile that suggested a rare intelligence bubbling just below
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Chapter One SubmissionHe rubbed the patch with his fingers. It was hard, dry. It reminded him of cat vomit dried into carpet. Paul smelled his fingers, glad no one was around to see it. It smelled like dog food. Something inside him liked it and he didn't know why.Chapter One Submission8 months ago in Writing More Like This
He threw his clothes onto the bathroom floor, tinted green with age and mold, and took out a miniature pair of scissors to clip his facial hair and placed them on the bathroom sink. He hoped that he could shower off his discomfort, that arid smell.
Paul dragged his finger down the water-spotted mirror, opening the blanket of steam like a surgeon opening a limb bloated with fat. He dragged his finger d
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A Shower and a Change"Ah, damn. God damn."A Shower and a Change8 months ago in Writing More Like This
The stain was small, no larger than a coin. It fell near his right hip, nestled in the dip between crotch and thigh. Still, it was nauseating. Paul stripped off the trousers and walked to the sink, hoping the sliver of hotel soap would take out the spot.
He began running the hot water and paused, staring at the vomit. Resisting the urge to gag, he grazed his fingers over the stain. It was purely liquid and slick like dish soap, but the sickly brown could only be vomit. He slowly raised his hand to his face and sniffed his fingers. Nothing. It seemed, for a moment, odorless. But no, he suddenly caught a faint
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