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Submitted to Contest #56
I met my husband lying flat on my back. It was his birthday, a fact I was only aware of because his friends had pooled their money to buy him an hour of my time as a special treat for turning 30. Even then, it barely met my minimum. But I’d never been crowdsourced before and the photo they sent me of their bud Jason showed a baby-faced man with black, curly hair and a nice smile and I don’t know? I guess I’m a sucker for tall, dark, and handsome. Jason was drunk by the time he got to me. Liquid courage. I’d seen it before. There’s ...
Submitted to Contest #55
Here was the thing about Opal: She smelled. Opal smelled the way that a dumpster full of nothing but half-emptied yogurt containers smells at noon in the middle of August. Opal smelled the way that a baby with a particularly finicky gastrointestinal tract smells when he’s just woken up from a six-hour nap and nobody’s had a chance to change his diaper quite yet. Opal smelled so very bad but she had no idea that she did. Our heroine was born without a sense of smell and all throughout her girlhood, it hadn't mattered...
Trigger warning: This story talks about suicide. The one and only time that Ellen tried to kill herself didn’t go as planned. She failed to die, a fact which was painfully obvious as she popped out of the river like a champagne cork let loose on New Year’s Eve. Sputtering Ellen flailed her arms against the current. She fought so hard that, in the 15 minutes it took to reach the beach, Ellen completely forgot that she had wanted to die. Her original goal came back to her as she lay flat on her back, gasping like a landed fish. Ellen’s sui...
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