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Submitted to Contest #263
Sensitivity Warning: Substance abuse, Suicide, Physical Violence, Gore “Justice? What are you doing here?” I asked through my mask. I pushed down the bank robber as a multitude of bullets slid from my abdomen. The floating robe and masked reverberated, “Mark Castry—“ “Justice I am literally arresting someone right now, keep my names out of your mouth,” I turned to the robber, “And you, if I find anyone who knows that name you will not survive.” He nodded and went to speak before remembering I took his mouth, “you can have it back when I’m d...
Submitted to Contest #262
I shoved the bag into the provided locker after I slipped my phone and earbuds in. “Jackie I’m done I’ll meet you by the water wheel,” I yelled. Once an okay came from the other end of the changing room I made my way out. I half expect to hear a cacophony on children and teenagers but instead I gazed out to the emptiness of Splash Land. An adult free water park right next to an adult only spa, winery and scenic resort. And by adult they meant those over twenty-one. I rankled at being treated to some kiddie park. I was 19 for god's sake...
Submitted to Contest #261
Sensitivity Warning: Physical Violence, Gore, Mental Health Dear Gwrdlwgly High Priestess Shandra asked me to write a thank you letter to Your Slimeiness so that I can show a modicum of gratitude for the prize you’ve given me. Thank you for allowing me into your service. Thank you for excising the unnecessary from my life. Thank you for giving me a purpose. When I was brought to your temple I was nothing but you showed me with the culling how much we have to give. When it began I was scared, terrified, of what would happen, to me, to m...
Submitted to Contest #260
Sensitivity Warning: Mental Health, Physical Violence, Abuse, Self-Harm, Suicide, Substance Abuse. “Hapi!” He banged on the front door, it’s wood groaning from his weight, “I’m done playing with you, get out here now!” He screamed, he wouldn’t stop screaming. I couldn’t move. My butt was set to the top steps as if I’d sat in a fly trap. I couldn’t see him anymore. I wouldn’t. And then I couldn’t see myself. Just my father, the smell of stale beer, the sound of sticky stomps. Hapi! My father yelled, slurring the a and i into an unrecogn...
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