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Submitted to Contest #239
Doctors said he was a magician, wielding a scalpel over a traditional wand. Rivals claimed he sold his soul to the Grim Reaper for his gift of repelling death. Patients asked if he was a reincarnated version of their saviors. His family gushed as they bragged about his unique ability to repair what’s broken since diapers. The retired cardiovascular surgeon now resides in the country, content with his only company being the sun's warm rays shining through the window panes of his studio. Rather than cutting, he now spends his days molding clay...
Submitted to Contest #238
“Why do they keep hanging up? I want your pizza, take my money!” I dial again. It’s one in the morning, this is the only place open late enough for those of us who have the late night munchies. Pizza World is open until three every night, even weeknights. It’s Monday, well, Tuesday now, and my friends and I have just smoked our first bowl. As you could imagine, we’re in dire need of food. I wandered outside by myself after my third attempt at calling Pizza World, thinking maybe my reception was poor, but my phone keeps hanging up as soon as ...
Submitted to Contest #234
They say your life is supposed to flash before your eyes. The course of events from your bright bitter entry into the world, up until the moment your tether to the Earth is severed. All of this replayed in less than a second as if it were a movie or a flip book. Instead, the moment I died, or should I say the moment wherein it looks as if I’ve died, is materialized in front of me. I’m so close, that if I were alive, I’d feel the sensation of the thick, salty blood pooled at the scene of my death if I were to lick it. The thing is, in the sta...
Submitted to Contest #226
WARNING: The following story contains themes of eating disorders & disordered eating habits. Reader discretion is advised. It’s a relief no one’s spotted me. The chances of me being caught are slim, but I don’t like these odds. My swollen eyes are as wide as they can be, darting in every direction as I pass by each empty aisle. I know the parking lot was a ghost town when I got here, but maybe someone else arrived after I entered the store. Someone who would recognize me, capture pictures of me without my knowledge at my most vulnerable,...
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