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I finished applying my makeup, a bit of smokey eye, some red lip gloss, and lots of concealer. I suppose after all this time, I’d figured that I needed to be stocked up, though I was running low. I don’t think I’ll be needing it anymore after today. The image put a smile on my face, and I toyed with the switch in the pocket of my coat. The little activation key to a very important pet project of mine; one that I was finally ready to unveil. I prepared a speech as well. I’d been rehearsing it in my head for years, and out lo...
Submitted to Contest #44
There it was again. I was trying to sleep, and the man in the cell next door wouldn’t stop humming. I’d never had this problem back when I was in C-block, but for some reason they had decided to transfer me to cell block A, where it was just me and this man in the cell next door. It wasn’t like I’d even done anything to warrant the transfer. I was a model of perfect behavior. Of course, you’d behave well too if you weren’t actually a criminal, and were put away for something you didn’t even do. I know it seems sketchy, but it’s true. T...
Submitted to Contest #39
Jamie gazed up at the sky, desperately trying to stop herself from breaking down. The stars burned brightly against the night sky, like little beacons of hope and light amidst a dark and uncaring sky. She could even make out some of the more famous constellations like the Big Dipper and Cassiopeia. Jamie remembered laying outside on the grass with Curtis while he’d talk about the lore behind each constellation. She remembered how Queen Cassiopeia was stuck upside down in her chair for half the year, at a loss of all control. That was how Jam...
Submitted to Contest #29
I knew that following the siren’s song would lead me to certain death. I had heard stories about brave men being lured to a watery grave by the melodic songs of the sirens. I had never heard those stories told about women, though. The village elders had made it clear to us throughout our lives that only men were supposed to be lured by the song. Men who couldn’t be swayed or women who could were portrayed as defective, inferior. I had been desperate to believe that I wasn’t one of these people. I had tried to ignore the call of the sirens wh...
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