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Submitted to Contest #324
TW: Nuclear war setting, depression, alcoholism Morgan’s brain pounded against her skull, an au-natural morning alarm gifted to her by the bottle of vodka that now sat empty beside her bed. She winced as she pushed herself into a sitting position, letting the covers fall back from her shoulders and pool around her waist. No thoughts existed to cloud her judgement or foster the depression she drank to deal with. Instead, her head was blissfully painful, throbbing just enough to block out anything and everything else. She leaned over and retc...
Submitted to Contest #323
The pentagram carved into the side of Amber’s neck began to glow as she spoke the first words of the summoning. The inky black of her still-fresh tattoo gained a reddish hue, infused with heat and energy, but she only paid enough attention to the change to verify that the magic she was speaking into existence was indeed traveling through her. She had needed a portable anchor point, and so far had been pleased with the result of becoming one herself. It meant that she could cast even the most complicated spells and rituals outside of her labo...
Submitted to Contest #319
I screamed. The air expelling from my lungs was a mixture of my anger and scorn and pain and defeat. Tears had been free-flowing down my face for a solid hour. I hadn’t been able to do anything else. I was stuck here, in limbo with my thoughts and I hated it, I hated it, I hated it… I stopped my spiraling thoughts and tried to catch my breath. My chest ached and I couldn’t tell if it was from my voice growing hoarse or from the mental pain or if I was just getting sick. I felt like shit. How could this idiot not see what he was doing to me. ...
Submitted to Contest #318
TW: Pain, Body Horror, mild language Okay, I always heard that getting a tattoo would hurt. I totally thought I was ready for the series of pricks that would make up that first line. I was not. And I was a complete baby about it. My tattoo artist grimaced as she attempted to brace my arm and stop it from shaking like a leaf. I was sniffling constantly, my nose more of a loose faucet than the olfactory device it was made to be. The woman had stopped speaking to me, the slight conversation we had upheld while placing the stencil getting tossed...
Submitted to Contest #317
The densely-packed streets of New York City offered no room for casual walking. There was barely space for breathing. Eris fought her way through the hoards of pedestrian tourists, dodging elbows and children as people stopped to gawk at the same trinkets that littered each little uniform storefront. She never understood the draw of t-shirts with a simple place name on them nor shot glass collections that wasted away in the cabinets of older generations. These days, she didn’t understand much of temporary, small joys whatsoever. After years ...
Submitted to Contest #313
“Close your eyes, Amy!” Maria watched as her twin sister grinned, closed her eyes, and then spun around 180 degrees for good measure. The girls’ youthful energy was infectious; everyone loved to see them giggle on the path to their parents’ garden where they went daily after school. You could hear them coming from across town, their footfalls erratic as they chased each other. Their voices would rise with excitement as they grew tired and less controlled minute by minute in the afternoon air. Today, they had paused beside a fountain just out...
Burnt. Achinglingly bitter, the kind of taste that makes your tongue shrivel in on itself. With a raw and spoiled element that was reminiscent of curdled milk slathered over viscera and exposed to heat. To say that the taste was awful was an understatement. Putrid was a better word to describe the blood as it left the decaying body of the mausoleum’s corpse and flowed past Aiden’s pointed fangs and down his throat. He breathed in from his nose to keep from retching, for his own body was so weak that the act of merely leaning over this sarcop...
Submitted to Contest #311
Hell burned in a way that was expected and completely foreign all at once. It was not the fiery heat that had been imagined in many of the stories from Earth, but instead it was a bone-chilling cold that swept through the senses like breathing dry ice. It made extremities ache and organs shrink. Every movement, every thought, was that much more difficult than they would have been considered in life. Despite it all, shallow breaths managed to escape from Mia’s open mouth, and she could sense thoughts, her own thoughts, still present in her mi...
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