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“Murderer at the Museum” by Bro Yaboi

Darkness eneloped me as I slunk down the wall. There was no way that had just happened, right? All I could remember was the arm swinging down on me. Over and over again that arm kep swinging as I felt bile rise up my throat. Persperation leaked from my forehead as shivers shook my body. That swinging arm, the sword, the dark museum. It all felt so real but I couldn't believe it had just happened. There was no way I had just killed someone. I kept telling myself that it was self defense, but that didn't change the fact that I had taken the...

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“Best Boy” by Bro Yaboi

Today was the day. After months of planning and preparation, this was going to be the best day ever. Or, possibly, the worst day ever. This was the day Carlo was finally going to tell Megan that he liked her. He had practiced the confession dozens of times, but ultimately decided he was going to wing it with the help of his only guy friend, Max. Max had already confessed his love to dozens of guys, including Carlo. Max was also the only person who knew that Carlo, despite public opinion, was not gay.Carlo seemed gay in every way. He wasn't s...

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“Glass” by Bro Yaboi

The cracked glass stared back at me. I didn't think about who'd broken it, I didn't care. It was a bad mirror anyway. But I couldn't stop staring. She stared back at me, that girl with the shattered face. She seemed to be trying to show some sort of emotion but it leaked out between the glass shards. I could almost feel those feelings enter me. I needed to leave this place, needed space and time to recollect my thoughts before returning to address her concerns. She always said she wished she was different, wished she wasn't so ugly, wi...

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“Schläft.” by Bro Yaboi

Submitted to Contest #103

Schläft. Sleep. She heard the call as she closed her eyes, drifting into a heavy sleep. Tiredness- the kind that sinks into your bones and glues you between your sheets like jelly on a sandwich. She pulled her stuffed doll toward her and let herself go. As she floated off into sleep she felt a world of dreams surround her and found herself on a rainy street with nothing around her. The raindrops didn't even dare make a sound in the tense dreamscape. Suddenly, a figure crept from the shadows with a long and lanky body. The shadows hid the...

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“I Do” by Bro Yaboi

Submitted to Contest #47

"Just say it," you silently reminded yourself. You knew you'd regret it if you didn't.  "I do."  Or maybe you'd regret it if you did.  Charles was always good to you from the moment you met him. He held the door open, he paid for meals when you went on dates. Why, on the day he'd asked to marry you he brought you so many gifts you almost couldn't handle it. He was perfect, or so you thought.  Charles wasn't really named Charles. His name was Edward Mistle and he didn't care one bit about your feelings. He told you this ...

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“Sleepy Sally ” by Bro Yaboi

Submitted to Contest #37

Sally was tired, she wasn't sure what she was saying, thinking, or doing. As many of us know, when you are this tired you often stop filtering your interactions with other people. Such a problem was currently ailing Sally. Sally tried her best to be interesting and noticeable. Most of the time she was able to keep her mouth shut at the right time (when her funny outbursts began to be concerning instead of endearing). However, this time, she was unable to filter and continued talking. She had been meaning to make a joke when she said, "I may ...

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“Spring In My Step” by Bro Yaboi

Submitted to Contest #35

I'm kind of bored, why did I come on this walk anyway? I guess I can just turn around and go home, but I don't really feel like going back. My legs are feeling good and I haven't been out in soooo long. What's that smell? It reminds me of camping...but it's not a campfire or something like that. It's too rainy. Rain! Of course! I love the rain. I miss rainy campouts from last summer. They were so good. I miss my friends. They were also very good. I should call them. But not right now. Right now I want to keep walking but also that smells so ...

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“Burial Boy” by Bro Yaboi

Submitted to Contest #15

Leve felt his head heavy with a dream. He saw cakes and tapestries filling a royally rich room, music and light dancing between the ceiling and walls. The floor was covered with a soft carpet, comfortable enough to lay down and rest on. The beautiful archways and golden decorations lit up against the candlelight flickering against the lavish and lush lavender walls. He was content to live here in luxury, never having to work another day in- “Wake up, you foolish boy!” Leve thrust his tired, crusty eyes open in dread. His desk was covered by ...

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“Money” by Bro Yaboi

Submitted to Contest #14

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with this letter!” I give him the letter anyway, I’m so excited to see the looks on their faces as my games begin. Jerry, the announcer, has no idea what’s going on but he keeps doing whatever I tell him to. I paid for his wife to have surgery to live, he had to do what I say. The envelope in his hand was stained on the edges with coffee and folded in random places.  - - - “Welcome everyone to this fun trip! I’m sure none of us know why we were chosen to come have a ride on this expensive yacht, esp...

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“Conscience” by Bro Yaboi

Submitted to Contest #13

I feel the cold walls all around me, the hard bench behind my back. The little light that could come into the box doesn’t, it’s smartly avoiding the damp containment. An icy voice keeps calling into my cell, but I don’t hear it anymore. I know what it’s saying. How could I forget? My mind wanders back and forth through time, much like the time travel machine I dreamt up in elementary school. I feel my feet walking, the leather shoes rubbing against my ankles where my hurried preparation left it folded at the top. The top of my turtle-neck wa...

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