Category Archives: Red Writing Hood

Too Slow

His face was etched with malice. She cringed. Why was he always so angry? He approached slowly, intently. She backed away with equal intent. Too slow. He lunged. ____________________ This post was written in reponse to a prompt by Write … Continue reading

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The Last Breath

One final breath. Muscles tighten, then release; an earthly presence gone. Another’s breath taken and released: tiny and new. Strong. Alive. ____________________ One final breath. Muscle tightens, then releases; a mother gone. Another’s breath taken and released: tiny and new. … Continue reading

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Still Empty

I paused in front of the mirror, turning, inspecting the fabric and its uncomfortably close relationship with my skin. Every curve outlined. Every flaw accentuated. No matter my apparent need for them, I had grown weary long ago of compliments. … Continue reading

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The Last Time

This was absolutely the last time. I shook my head, trying to clear the fog, hands clenched in my hair as my gaze flitted across the room, absorbing my surroundings; compounding my conviction. The scattered remnants, sprinkled with crimson protest, … Continue reading

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The View from Down Here

They fought. Not like normal fighting, no. Like crazy fighting. Like hit each other, call the cops and send someone to jail kind of fighting. Us kids, we were used to it. We did our best to hide in order … Continue reading

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Stolen Words

I was panic-stricken when I first found it missing. My tenth grade English teacher had required us to keep a journal. Not necessarily a journal for all things personal, though we were certainly free to use it as such. Instead, … Continue reading

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Gooby Goop Nuke Nack

“Want Gooby Gooby nuke nack an’ die mins?” I ask nicely because Mommy is more likely to give me what I ask for when I do. “What, honey?” she asks. She looks confused. Did I forget to say please? Maybe … Continue reading

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