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Warning: This story contains themes of mental health struggles, psychological trauma, implied violence, and intense emotional distress. I awoke in a house that wasn’t mine, the air dense with ash and a sharp, acrid tang that lingered at the back of my throat—sulphur, though I couldn’t fathom why. My name is Elias, but the thought felt brittle, as though spoken by another’s tongue. My twin, Ezra, was dead—or so I believed, the memory a raw wound with no clear form. A scream, blood pooling on a floor, my hands trembling, slick with something w...
Content Warning: This story contains references to substance abuse, addiction, and mental health distress, including spiritual and psychological torment. The alley smelled of rot and despair, a fitting grave for Eli Mercer’s broken life. At thirty-two, he was a husk—jobless, evicted, his veins screaming for another hit. The syringe in his hand was empty, his last dollar spent on a high that barely touched the void. He knelt in the filth, forehead pressed to the cold pavement, his breath ragged. “Somebody… please…” His voice was a cracked wh...
Submitted to Contest #312
Content Warning:This story contains depictions of psychological distress, violence, and implied body horror. Reader discretion is advised. The war was short. The world was forgotten with ease. The day was unknown, and the two men who survived sat staring at each other across a table, knowing two things: the end of days had come, and they hated each other. The last bastion of a forgotten world was a crumbling base: blinking lights, low resources, and no hope of survival. The concept of survival wasn’t just asinine—it was blasphemous. What mad...
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