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Submitted to Contest #163
* Content warning: allusions to violence & sexual assault *The empty table yawned in front of her. In the absence of a tablecloth its mahogany surface, waxed and polished to within an inch of its life, threw off distorted reflections of the room.Sconces became glowing pools, the face of the grandfather clock stretched into a menacing grin, and her own, still figure bulged and twisted.It was almost time for dinner.Breaking out of her reverie, the woman set about laying the table with mechanical efficiency. The heels of her shoes tapped in...
Submitted to Contest #147
You have to see it to believe it. The romantic postcards make it look larger than life, but the Eiffel Tower isn’t all that. In fact when I saw it, I could easily believe it. It teeters off into the sky like match-stick spider-web scaffolding. It’s got fussily intricate swirls and whorls like a geometric tree that didn’t know when to stop growing. It might have been less disappointing if I hadn’t had the poster. My Mum brought it home for me one night when she was working at the travel agent’s—selling holidays she cou...
There she is. I can’t believe she had the nerve to show up here after what she did to me. And what in god’s name is she wearing? Swaggering through the door in a costume that barely covers her arse—I thought we’d evolved beyond that. Is she a cat? A sexy witch? Doesn’t matter to the lads at the door. Already she’s been accosted by a gaggle of them. Oh, look, a vodka lemonade has found its way into her hand like it’s a bloody magnet. Christ, Steve brought it over. He’s not your bartender, Steph! And what time does she call this? ...
Shortlisted for Contest #118 ⭐️
It’s ugly, the way these searing tendrils of heat claw up my arms, over my face, across the brittle surface of my hands—which are clenched into fists. I can feel it scratching my eyelids. My nostrils. My gums. Tearing through parts of my body I usually think about so little that I don’t even realise I’m not thinking about them. But this searing heat isn’t even the worst part. It’s the smoke that gets you. That’s what the firefighters said when they came to my school back in the day. Stay low, stay low. Breathe through a wet sock. I...
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