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Submitted to Contest #315
[TW - the following fictional interview excerpt contains mention of emotional abuse] “Let’s start with how you met Georgiana?”We met at my High School formal in November twenty-eleven. I went to an all-boy private school, and she went to an all-girl private school. Gin — Sorry, I called her Ginny. Ginny went with a mate of mine, Oliver “Ollie” Harper, who was a closeted gay at the time and figured taking Ginny would stop the teasing. I went stag as I broke up with my cheating ex shortly before the event.By the time I showed up, they were alr...
Submitted to Contest #292
TW: This story contains elements of medical gaslighting, and negligence The emerald green and royal turquoise palette felt like a combination of luxury and calm. Yet, how could a calming colour palette and soft furnishings make for an uncomfortable waiting room? It was the constant question that weighed on my mind every time I rocked up to my Gynaecologist's office in Buderim. I always had an 11 am appointment, which always ended up being a noon call-in. I swear she hated me. I was a problem patient. Constantly "complaining". I wished she'd...
Submitted to Contest #289
The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here. One minute I was in the sticky and dark bathroom having the best rendezvous with my fiancé, the next I am suddenly in a coffee shop, my head reeling.There is no one here, not even a barista.Only floor-to-ceiling books opposite the entrance, encased on mahogany bookshelves. Matching brown booths are erect on either side, with the barista’s station smack bang in the centre.‘Hello?’ I call.‘Ah, so happy you could meet with me, Beth,’ a voice pipes up in the far-right corner of the room.‘Who a...
Submitted to Contest #288
August, 201014 Years OldThunder clapped, lightning cracked, and rain hammered down right outside my window. It was as if I was having a conversation with the weather. I sat at the foot of my bed, my Nan’s blue and white blanket she crocheted for me, wrapped around me as I listened. The sound of the harsh storm was a comfort to my depression. It got me into a heated bate, a feeling I grew to love. The darkness became my best friend. It didn’t lie to me like my parents did. My parents made me believe that I was brave, strong, and sma...
Submitted to Contest #279
The sound of the hail hitting the roof sent a high-pitched ding echoing through the air. ‘McKenna,’ Dylan said through the computer screen.‘Huh? Sorry,’ I replied. ‘What did you say?’‘Doesn’t matter, you okay?’I had one of the many throw blankets from the couch wrapped around me with a cup of juice mixed with half a shot of vodka beside me. Was I really okay? If he could see the state I was in beyond the screen, he wouldn’t have needed to ask me that.‘Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.’ ‘I may have only known you for a short time, but you’re mo...
**This story contains teacher perpetrated psychological child abuse** Winter of 2006 was the start of a string of winters that McKenna wanted to forget. As she sat down in the cold concreted prison-like covered area of the oldest building in the school, McKenna’s mum was having words with Mrs McConnell about bullying. She had said nothing of the sort to her mum, but unbeknownst to McKenna, Leonie’s "mum-senses” were tingling. ‘What’s your mum doing here?’ Bec asked as she walked over to McKenna.‘Talking to Mrs McConnell about bullying,’ she ...
Submitted to Contest #278
My great grandfather had found me when I re-entered Gayndah, Queensland, and checked back into Hover and Grove’s Caravan Park. No clue how, no clue why. Sure it concerned me, considering the safety measures I put in to ensure my family did not know I was investigating my mother’s and grandmother’s suspicious deaths.The receptionist at the park had handed me the letter from who claimed to be my great-grandfather wanting me to see him at the Maryborough nursing home. Dear Edwina,I am John, your great-grandfather on your mother’s side of the fa...
**This is part of a much bigger story** June 2019 Cue the pre-exam breakdown. My heart felt like it was about to explode. There was so much writing on this one exam, and I couldn't shake the feeling like I was going to blunder again. I laid out all my notes, my textbook marked and labelled. Praise the Lord for open book exams. I was as prepared as I could be. That wasn't in dispute. Now all I needed was food to fuel me through the next hour and a half.'Apple and hummus, and I'll be good to start,' I muttered to myself as I made my way t...
Submitted to Contest #234
The Malborough/Sarina Road used to be the busiest thoroughfare to get to far North Queensland from Brisbane along the old Bruce Highway. But now, a forgotten town occupies the Malborough/Sarina Road, and a road holds onto some of the darkest memories. Until the early 80s, the Malborough/Sarina Road was the major thoroughfare to get to Mackay from Brisbane, taking the inland route. During the 60s and 70s, this road saw several murders and unexplained disappearances. Along this very road, someone murdered my grandmother in the ...
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