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Submitted to Contest #101
TW: suicide Music is all we really had in common, so creating a tribute song makes sense. Well, music, suicidal thinking, and trouble with women, if I’m being fully honest. A funeral isn’t the place for bitterness though. Now isn’t the time to dwell on all the unanswered questions. I’ll have the rest of my life to lose sleep ponder them. I hold my cigarette between my lips while my fingers strum the guitar. My foot taps in a steady rhythm like...
Submitted to Contest #100
Sophia rubbed her sweaty palms against her floral sundress and took a deep breath before she pulled open the restaurant door. While she waited for the hostess, she twirled a piece of her long, black hair. “Will you be needing a date for this evening?” The hostess asked. Sophia nodded. Her eyes darted around the lobby. The dining room was around the corner, so the bathroom doors ...
Submitted to Contest #99
Why did I ever let them talk me into this? The gray house looms over me. Vines stretch up the walls and twist around gutters like the earth is getting ready to swallow the house whole. Gargoyles perch on columns guarding the main door like the creators wanted it to be a haunted mansion one day. As the legends go, this dreadful place was first crafted to be the home of Blair and Edgar Dorsey. They were a yo...
Submitted to Contest #97
How does anyone really know who they are? With all the pressures of society, family, and peers, it’s hard to weed out what things would genuinely be there without all the chatter. People would describe me as polite, nice, traditional, trustworthy, goody two shoes, prude, clean-cut, boring, and any similar type of words. I was the stereotypical good girl. It’s not a bad way to be. The thing is, inside I didn’t feel that way. Inside I felt a roaring fire tearing down everything in its path. I played my part though. Got good grade...
Submitted to Contest #96
*warning of sucidal ideation content and reference to a suicide. My town is so small that strangers stick out like an albino alligator in a congregation of the regular dark olive colored ones. Some people find this cozy, some find it suffocating. To me living in this town feels like when someone accidentally walks in on you in the shower. All the time. This town makes it so hard to breathe, I wish I had some kind of fancy, magic inhaler. Luckily, I won’t be here much longer. Anyway, nothin...
Submitted to Contest #95
“Hey, Marla? Daddy’s got to run in here and get something real quick. You stay in the car, okay? Keep the doors locked and play your game. I’ll be right back.” Marla looked up from her pink tablet with concern plain on her face. “Where you going?” “That house right there.” I pointed to a small white house in desperate need of a paint job. “I’ll be r...
Submitted to Contest #94
*Warning: Content includes references to and descriptions of sexual/dating violence which might be difficult for some to read. There's also some swearing. * The world spins around me as I stumble back. The edge of the counter digs into my lower back. I can barely breathe, and I grip at my chest wondering if I’m having a heart attack. His smug smile as he stands behind the podium with lights flashing all around him, infuses into my vision. It’s all I can see. &n...
Submitted to Contest #93
Georgie really is our MVP for coming up with this special blood removal cleaning solution. I didn’t think we’d have much luck getting the blood out of all this white furniture, but it’s worked like magic. Always good to know a chemistry major. “Yo, Mikey, for real though, don’t you worry about where all this blood is from? Like what kind of party is this?” Lars asked while shoving a handful of blood-soaked paper towels into a trash bag...
Submitted to Contest #92
A dark shadow consumes my mind. Black vapor hands sink into the folds of my brain as it creeps forward. Like a puppeteer, the shadow tugs at strings and levers, and pushes buttons until I’m doing exactly what it wishes. “Hey, Jacob! How are you?” My friend Catherine asks. I want to scream, “Help me! A monster is slowly eating me from the inside!” I can’t, though. The shadow ...
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