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Posted in Angst on Jun 14, 2024

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✍️ 64 stories

You Need Me

Submitted to Contest #255

I found him sitting in his car out in the parking lot outside the bank where he worked. I stood beside the car for a minute, gazing inside, soaking in the way he stared off into space, trembled, sobbed, wiped his tears, rinsed, and repeated. The whole cycle made my ears burn red hot. I clenched my jaw and fists, imagining what it would feel like to bash his window in with a rock and dive inside to strangle him with my bare hands. Instead I took a deep breath, counted to five, and approached the car to let myself in.I ducked inside quickly. T...

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Mandy Could Shoot

Shortlisted for Contest #255 ⭐️

Mandy could shoot. She could shoot better than any girl she ever met, any man too, but you didn’t go around telling men that. Men around here wouldn’t date a girl that was better than them and she did like going out on dates – getting all dolled up with her best outfit and putting on make-up. She liked when they picked her up in their newly cleaned truck and took her to dinner, or the cinema and they paid her way. Men around here were old-fashioned. That was fine with her. She’d smile, showing off the dimple in her left cheek and say, ‘Sure ...

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The Silence and The Noise

Shortlisted for Contest #255 ⭐️

***References to violence, hints of sexual abuse of minors***Reach a certain age, and who doesn’t wish for the quiet life? Peace and calm and tranquility, no bumps in the road, no dramatic spikes. You left all those behind you in your youth, glad as you were to step from that roller-coaster ride and take your place behind the wheel of your brand new family saloon which the kids think smells like balloons, and in which your wife (your second, much sweeter but less exciting wife) proudly sits, as you cruise along the straight and narrow, A to ...

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The Warmth Of Rage

Submitted to Contest #255

(suggestions of violence to humans and animals)It had been burning him up for many months, at first in a great blaze, then as a constant heat. It was with him when he woke, pleasant dreams melting into the reality of his agony; it was with him when he showered, had breakfast, dressed; it was with him as he travelled to work, scanning the faces of his fellow commuters for the man; it was with him at work when he should have been concentrating on the accounts; it was with him at lunch, which he now took alone; it was with him on the way home, ...

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Metamorphosis

Submitted to Contest #255

{TRIGGER WARNING: emotional, physical, abuse, serious illness, mental health}Across the hallway, at the Nurse’s Station, I hear the frenzied murmuring of voices. Something really must have stirred the hive to get them buzzing like that. Over the barely moving air, snatches of conversation; like little scraps of paper wafted across the sanitized hallway.“I’m not gonna be the one…”“….The Dragon Lady…”“…it’s not our fault the Rehab Unit doesn’t have their shit together …”“…I’m working today of all days! No fucking way; they don’t pay me enough…...

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Casual Cruelty

Submitted to Contest #255

A hand rests against my chest but I wish that it would punch me instead.No… I need something more effective than that. Knocking me out might be a good alternative.Anything to get me out of this situation.“This?” Jesse wags a finger in between our faces. “What are you talking about? We’re not dating.”Forget me getting punched. I might just kill this girl.“What?” I laugh, looking around the car with a shocked smile I can’t hold back. What is she even saying…? She must be joking. She’s talking as if she hasn’t been holding me in ...

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A Painful Awakening

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I'd always prided myself on my ability to remain calm, to assess situations, to look for solutions instead of letting things get to me. I can’t remember the last time I cried in public, the last time I raised my voice in response to an event or the words uttered by someone I classified as a fool. When my ex-husband said I was “robotic,” and it was driving him crazy, I was sad but accepting. And so, after five years of what I thought was a nice marriage, we divorced when he said it was either couples counseling or giving up. I thought about i...

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Five Stages In Hong Kong

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DenialJune 1997 Raymond Mok’s parents believed the world was ending when the Chinese flag was raised over Hong Kong in 1997. Friends had fled to Vancouver, but the possibility of leaving the city hadn’t even occurred to them. They owned a noodle shop in a public housing estate, and with 14-hour workdays, and the constant bustle of customers, there was little room left to contemplate such a drastic move.In the following weeks and months after the handover, things turned out to be not as bad as they had expected. Tanks didn’t roll through...

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Momma's Axe

Submitted to Contest #255

This story contains references to violence and mental health issues, and mentions of blood. I take my mother's axe from beside the door.It's heavy in my hands, the wood smoothed from use and yet still rough enough to cause blisters. The blade is dulled, like my reason. We’re about the same age, this axe and I. It makes sense that we would be a little worse for wear. I'm not used to the idea of weapons, especially in my own hands. It's not a thought that's crossed my mind until recently.Momma would not have categorized this as a weapon. ...

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Elvis - A Far Better Tune To Die To

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Elvis - A Far Better Tune To Die To - Trisha Lee“What a fucking waste,” said Lilly, pulling the hospital curtains closed around her.“Shush,” snapped a voice from the other side.Lilly startled.“Sorry!” she said. She hadn’t meant to speak her thoughts out loud.She looked at the bed, taking in everything for the first time. Fred lay under a starched white sheet, the standard hospital blue open-weave blanket thrown over him. His eyes were closed, his face stony grey, his breath rasping. There was an oxygen tube up his nose and an empty cannula s...

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Seven Minutes Past Seven

Submitted to Contest #255

TW: Child loss and strong themes of griefThe room was silent as the midwives and doctors paused. “What!? What’s wrong? Where is my baby!?” Mallory was breathless, her words were shaky as she cried out for the son she’d just birthed. Her hair was soaked in sweat after a gruelling 19 hour labour and her lower body tingled with the sensation of numbness. Her heart threw itself at her ribs as the silence grew louder. “What!?” her eyes darted from person to person. She lifted her head, and the top of her chest tightened as her eyes found her s...

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Marianne's Vengeance: Dark Thoughts

Submitted to Contest #255

This is a Fan-Fic story from Jane Austen's Sense and Sensibility Marianne's Vengeance: Dark ThoughtsMarianne walked briskly, her steps firm and purposeful as she moved through the lush countryside surrounding the Palmers' estate. Her mind, usually so full of romantic reveries and poetic musings, was now consumed by a dark storm of anger and betrayal. Each step seemed to echo the tumult within her soul, her heart beating in rhythm with the fierce determination that propelled her forward.How could he? How could Willoughby, whom she had trusted...

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What's the Point

Submitted to Contest #255

Bedford Home for the Aged is located in Chatham, New Hampshire. It was orginally an Victorian house that has been converted into a nursing home. It was built in the eighteen hundreds and has a wrap-around porch with a sky-blue ceiling and a battleship grey floor. It faces east and often receives a cool easterly breeze, so many of the occupants don’t use it much. It’s too cold for the elderly.  The only steady customer is Earl. Earl likes to be alone, so the coolness suits him just fine. People think that Ea...

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Straussian Rage

Submitted to Contest #255

Author's noteIn a way, I wrote this in honor of my mother. She would often share opera with me and this story sort pays an homage to both her and the opera.Straussian RageThe storm clouds hovered over the fortress of Atreus. The rains continued to pummel the roof as if to break through and flood the entire hall, yet the fortress stood still in defiance of the gods. The slaves were gathered together washing the Mistress’s clothes clean while they themselves were soaked to the bone. They all knew what awaited them if they didn't get ...

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Perfect Wife, Perfect Life

Submitted to Contest #255

Audrey smiled into the camera, her perfectly quaffed hair and designer outfit accentuating her bubbly personality, as she pushed  aesthetically pleasing platter of cookies toward the camera. “Today, I asked my husband what he wanted to eat,” her soft voiceover crooned. “He said he didn’t care what was for dinner, but he really wanted some chocolate chip cookies. So I set to work creating soft and chewy chocolate chip cookies from scratch.”  The next shot was Audrey spreading cacao beans on a parchment lined sheet pan. “I put s...

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