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Submitted to Contest #93
Content Warning: I changed up a few details in the Bible to fit my story better. I meant no harm by this. If you feel uncomfortable, you can click off. Enjoy. Satan  If someone asked me, hypothetically, what my least favorite parts of being the devil are, I wouldn’t even have to consider my answer. I hate them that much. God? You may ask. No, Gary’s actually a pretty cool guy. Hell? No, not that one either. It’s something that no one would even consider to be the worst part of the job, though without a doubt, it is. Humans and Partie...
High Voltage leaned over Julieta in the dingy alleyway. He was freaking the hell out. Was she concussed? Dead? He hoped neither. He had run back as soon as he heard the sickening thud of head against brick. He told himself repeatedly that it wasn’t his fault. He went back to check, didn’t he? He could’ve kept running, but he stopped when he heard her run into the end of the alleyway. He was okay. He wasn't a villain, or a monster. He noticed her stirring, saw the little flutter of her eyelashes as she gained consciousness. She’d finally woke...
Submitted to Contest #92
Every single light in the city went off in a collective pop. A young man in the Merriweather Public Library was left in the dark as to what the ending of his book could be. A few college age girls at the Fitt Girlz Gym stumbled off their treadmills due to the sudden loss of their sight. In the town hall, the mayor’s hand slipped off the signature line during the important signing of a law. With how often blackouts occurred in this city, you think that they’d be better prepared for it. But, as always, the first thing the populace thou...
Age 10I haven’t been out in the sun for years. I can’t. So I stay inside all day, writing and reading with the AC turned up to max setting. The AC feels better than the sun anyway. The sun hurts us. Skin cancer and sunburns, global warming. That’s what Murray says. Murray knows everything about everything. About the world. About boys and friends. About the sun. I wouldn’t have known that I was allergic to the sun, even, if Murray hadn’t told me. That’s how much he knows. I flip through the channels on the television. It’s all mostly lies. Ne...
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