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Rebecca Barry's avatar

Medusa 348 words. (I will be brave and share.)

Your father says, “Enough of your antics!” You have been refusing to go to bed. And Pretending to be sick when you want want to stay home and be with your mother, your cat who just had kittens, and all the books that are more interesting than what you’re reading at school. Maybe you will get to go to work with your mother, in that building that used to be someone’s house, where women in the 70s are gathering to come up with alternative forms of childcare and community so they don’t have to everything alone. There is macrame everywhere! Ropey plant holders holding plants whose tendrils roam the hardwood floors and climb window frames. You love this place. It smells like wheat germ and instant coffee. You can walk down a slate sidewalk to the library and read about Medusa, who you also love. One day you tell a graduate student working at the office the story of Medusa. Her name is Karen. She has black curly hair and looks like an angel. You say that when Medusa was killed, her sisters found her headless body lying splayed out on their island full of sparkling, rivers and olive trees. They wept so loudly it rained, and the wind carried their cries to the Sirens, who sang back an opera of grief that woke up the sea, who carried the message to the Minotaur, who knelt on one knee and bowed his magnificent horns in sorrow. In his cave nearby, the cyclops‘s one eye filled with tears. Who could’ve done this terrible thing? Why? What had Medusa done to anyone but turn conquerors into stone?

Karen asks where you got that story. You say a book somewhere. You don’t tell her you made it all up. She says she doesn’t think you are really sick. Yes I am, you say happily.

Telling lies is another one of your antics and you love making things up because most of it almost always feels true.

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Bridget Young's avatar

For the word Jettison (prompt 5: The Body Knows), here is my unedited opening sentence: "It is in my arms, specifically my biceps and they tense and extend over and over and over again. With all of my might, I would fling the whole of it overboard in batches, watching it all splash and bob and then sink below the surface." (281 words)

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