“Turn off the dryer!” Mom yells.
Anxious because of her, my face contorts as I unplug the toaster.
Pitter-patter down the hallway, then I pull the cord. Hard.
ZZZZZ! Fuzzy black dots float behind my eyelids as I
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disappear into the brown shag carpet. Uh-oh. Did I make a mistake?
Static brain, frozen body, racing heart. Fearful to disappoint.
Jolted to self-soothing.
“Shhhhh,” my neighbor tries to calm my mom, but she paces and screams.
“I told her to shut the dryer off, not pull the fucking plug!”
Still drooling, I smirk on the inside.
I am the power plug.
Difficult to be original in only 101 words but this wonderful micro nails it on all levels.
Thank you, Tim. It was a cathartic piece to write.
To me this is a perfect metaphor of my life living with my parents.
I FEEL YOU!!!
I love that I can HEAR this story and FEEL it.
Thank you, Gia!
Everything about this piece is brilliant. Diction. Sensory details. Aesthetic on the page. I love the building tension, and then at the end, it’s like a deep exhale.
Ali, I appreciate your positive words so much, thank you for seeing me in my writing.
So so amazing. Love every word. Visually I can see every moment and in 101 words! Incredible. The ending is so pivotal and genius, ‘I am the power plug’ ?
Bravo Rachel!
Thank you, Adele! xo
Love this beautiful piece Rachel. I can feel every emotion in these words. good work sister!
Looking this over a few times, seems to me every word is used perfectly!
Love, love this so much! You can FEEL it buzz off the page.
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