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Submitted to Contest #153
*This story has strong language and themes of suicide and self-harm* “Well, that went well,” Shauna said as if she didn’t know what I would say next. I knew she would’ve given anything to avoid the impending fight. I knew she would have jumped out that window and ran into the night. Heck she would have even pulled out a knife and threw it at her own foot if it meant that this conversation wouldn’t take place. I felt the same. I had tried to keep things civil the whole day. For our child. But if Shauna wasn’t going to keep her promises, I...
"Warhead" That's the name my creator gave me. From the moment I was conceptualized I was made to hurt people and be a vessel of war. That's all I ever was to him. A way to boost his ego and flex his big brain to the mindless drones that look up to him as this great scientist. Don't get me wrong I'm grateful I was created. He has never treated me poorly. From the moment I was online he treated me like sister or friend. I had my own room in his modern mansion. I had a state-of-the-art charging station and a room with the perfect temperature...
Submitted to Contest #148
That Mole! It stared at me as I tried my hardest to concentrate on what she was saying. Jenny Langstrom, our realtor had been droning on for what seemed like days. Jenny was showing us this apartment for the second time because my wife liked it so much. I kept looking at that huge mole that sat on her top lip like a bird perched on a fence. I felt my wife’s hand touch my arm. She knew I wasn’t concentrating. Emily knew I was basically a child in a man’s body. I slowly turned my head towards her, and she flashed me an annoyed look. I took a...
Submitted to Contest #145
“Wake up!” A voice in my head screamed. I felt a piercing headache drill into my brain. I grasped at my temple as I sat up on the single bed, I found myself in. I looked around the room and I could barely make out the blandest bedroom I had ever seen in my life. Whoever lived here had an obsession with dark grey. The curtains were in a smokey grey shade and were closed, keeping the room dark and soulless. The duvet and pillow under me were both also in some kind of shade of grey. There was a weird smell that lingered around the room. It was ...
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