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Submitted to Contest #108
The old man stared at me from the bow of the vessel, his cracked lips pulled downwards into a grimace underneath his filthy beard. The armpits of his undershirt were stained yellow with sweat. I could smell his stench; indeed, there was no escape from it. No way to avoid the rancid odor emanating from his every pore. My only solace was the fact that my own odor was likely to be as keen an assault on his senses as his was on mine.I stared back at him from the stern. Oh, how I hated him. His crazy bloodshot eyes – the way they jutted out of hi...
Submitted to Contest #107
*CONTENT WARNING: Horror, gore, and references to suicide.* *** “I would have to say…” Chad mused. “In the anthropology section of the Baillieu Library.” A collective groan came from the entire group. “You’re so gross,” Cindy said in disgust. Chad held up his hands in defense. “Hey, you asked.” “Is that the section with all the dinosaur books?” Seth queried. “No, dumbass,” Bethany replied. “You’re thinking of paleontology. Anthropology is the study of humanity.” “Well,” Chad said, raisi...
Submitted to Contest #103
4:35PMThe images flash before my eyes in shades of black, white, and red.A bloodstained angel. A needle. A woman in a red dress. Homeward Bound.I awaken from my trance, gasping for breath and leaning over the bathroom sink. Crimson drops of blood spatter on the white porcelain. I look up into my grimy bathroom mirror and see that I am bleeding from my eyes. My face is ashen and I am sweating profusely. My head is throbbing.I turn the faucet and splash cold water on my face. It’s always the same.I don’t know what the images mean. All I know i...
Submitted to Contest #101
I stand at the edge of the platform, looking down at the view below. It’s dark, still a few minutes before daybreak, so I can only make out rough shapes and outlines of cliffs and trees. The waterfall plummets down the cliff behind me, its thunderous chorus filling my ears with the sound of crashing water. It is a powerful and terrifying sound and though I have made this kind of jump many times before, the sheer, violent speed of the water rushing down the cliff is enough to give me pause. Just as I am about to lose my nerve, the sun peaks ...
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