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Submitted to Contest #92
It was all my fault. I know it, my man knows it, daddy knows it (of course.) And the weird guy – I never got his name – knows it too. I can talk about it now, after all these years, without breaking down and crying. Let me tell you about this incident, and please, don’t hate me for it. I’m just a woman with curiosity. That’s my real sin. Wanting to know stuff. In the beginning, it was just me and my man and daddy living on this beautiful piece of land. Daddy had a lot of land; you would think he owned the whole world...
Submitted to Contest #91
Evelyn looked at the dirty creature huddled against a bookshelf, shivering with cold and possibly fear. Daddy always told her to expect the unexpected in life, but a wild animal in her library was a different kind of unexpected. She could handle divorce and loneliness but a dirty little street urchin was a little more than she was equipped to accept. And she never would have known had she not forgotten her “People” magazine and had gone back to the library to retrieve it. “What in the hello are you doin’ here boy?” Evelyn rolled up her mag...
It's the end of the world as we know it It's the end of the world as we know it It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine “It’s the End of the World as We Know It (And I Feel Fine)” R.E.M. T. S. Elliot was right; the world would end, not with a bang but rather with a whimper. I mean, the man wrote brilliant poetry, but he was a cad in real life. I want to use another word for his personality, but I am not the type of omniscient narrator that throws around the “f” word or the “g-d” word gratuitously. ANYWAY… He was absolute...
Submitted to Contest #89
TW: murder, gore, threats of sexual violence Well, I suppose I didn’t have to kill him. And I guess I didn’t have to kill him in such a gruesome way, but what’s a girl like me to do? I had to stop this. This daydreaming about hungry pigs and screams not heard. I had to get on with the mechanics of cleaning up the kill site. I herded the pigs back outside, burned the clothes I was wearing, burned the clothes he was wearing, and cleaned up the blood from the floor, though it wasn’t much. The pigs licked most of it up. They are ...
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