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Submitted to Contest #315
(content warning: contains some adult language and illudes to possible sexual assault) “Reid, on the door!” As soon as I heard my name, I jumped off my bunk and stood at attention, my face less than an inch from the iron bars of my cage. “Yessir, Boss!” I’d heard those words “on the door” about a million times over the last six years, but for the first time, I was excited to hear them.“Do you have your personal items packed up, Reid?” asked Boss Johnson.“Yessir, Boss!” I answered.“I’ll be kind of sad to see you go, Reid. You’ve never given m...
The clock on the nightstand glows 2:47 AM, its red digits burning into my retinas. I’ve been staring at it for hours, or maybe it’s only been minutes. Time’s gone slippery, like trying to hold water in your fists. The room is too quiet, except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the occasional creak of the house settling, it’s restless too. I turn onto my side and try to close my eyes. They snap open again. Sleep isn’t coming. Not tonight. Not when tomorrow looms like a guillotine.I sit up, rubbing my face, my stubble scratching aga...
Submitted to Contest #314
The clock on my nightstand blinks 2:17 a.m., its red glow bleeding into the ceiling. I can’t sleep. My phone warm in my hand, Daniel’s Insta profile open, his last post—a blurry sunset over some lake—taunting me with its indifference. He hasn’t posted in weeks, but I refresh anyway, as if a new photo might hold the answer to why he walked away. My thumb hovers over the message icon, words I’ll never send piling up in my head: Why wasn’t I enough? The apartment is too quiet, the kind of quiet that amplifies every creak, every thought. I roll ...
CW: Mentions of violence and substance abuse It was the hottest day of the year, the kind of heat that turned the city of Las Vegas into a shimmering mirage, where the asphalt bubbled and the air itself seemed thick enough to impede forward motion. Detective Marcus Kane trudged through the neon haze of Fremont Street, his shirt clinging to his back like a second skin, his badge heavy on his sweat-damp trousers. The sun was a merciless overlord, bleaching the color from the world, leaving only the stark outlines of pawn shops, casinos, and t...
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