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 |  my entries for the Construct Cup |
| some people string lights until their houses glitter red and green and blue and purple and gold and white and their lawns erupt with blow up Santas and nativities and animatronic reindeer crashing into their roofs with a humorous kick of their hooves, and lightshows that blink in time with radio stations and wreaths centered in every window and door and I pass them on the street and gasp and stare. there is a house in town that I’ve appointed unofficial winner, whose house is as adorned as a parcel and as shining as a gingerbread castle, and everywhere I go, I find an excuse to pass that house so I can awe, before returning to my simple dwelling, where two strings of icicles welcome me from where they yawn over the upstairs windows giving my home a sleepy grandeur— eyelashes drifting shut. word count: 143 Prompt 3 ▼ |
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