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Submitted to Contest #301
Every so often, Flynn Cintalin got the itch. He knew his own pattern well. It would begin with lingering looks toward a person’s watch as it glittered in the sun or toward houses behind gates that taunted him. His fingers would begin to reach for pockets and purses, gleaning belongings with ease. Flynn would get home, spread his stolen prizes across the floor and stare at them, pride welling in his chest, for hours at a time. And when he knew he could stand it no longer, could resist the urge no more, the voice would return with a vengeance ...
Submitted to Contest #300
A warm breeze carried leaves past Eloise as she sipped from a mug and peered at the strip of shops across from her. On the small street bustled people enjoying the unusually warm weather, one of the last days of this kind before autumn began to turn toward winter. There was a small bookstore, a bakery, an artisanal cheese shop, and the spot of Eloise’s attention, Arwen’s Anomalous Antiquities. Painted a dark green, with mahogany detailing around the windows and doors, the gold letters labelling the shop spread large across an arched awning. ...
Submitted to Contest #275
Content Warning: Strong Language, Allusions to Sex Women have called me many names, much of them said with no fondness. The long list runs through my mind, different voices echoing in a raucous, enraged chorus. Asshole. Bum. Manwhore. Scum. Cheater. Jerk. Along with the frenzied, angered chanting, come flashes of women’s faces. They’re all beautiful faces marred with hideous emotion. Some, eyebrows scrunched and teeth barred like wild animals, wave frantically or jab fingers into my chest. Appealing faces contorted with fury. On some of them...
Submitted to Contest #274
TW: Violence, Mental Health I've never been one to be homesick. I seem to have an odd apprehension about being home, actually. I haven’t been home in years and, if it hadn’t been for a few cataclysmic life events, I’m sure that streak would have been continued. It's not that home was ever a dreadful place, one that you would despise or fear returning to for any particular or horrible reason. In fact, home could be considered quite normal, if not a little drab and mundane. My parents were caring, if a little detached from things of modern in...
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