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Submitted to Contest #324
Albie Lathazus is dead.Mother Grishaw frowned at the body: the corners of her thin lips turned down in distaste. The other elders of the coven argued vehemently behind her, their contradictory remarks weaving through the air like Ariadne's thread.“Didn’t have the decency to wait to die…” murmured one of the newest members of the coven.“Good riddance,” echoed her counterpart. The sentiment carried around the chamber in whispered assent.“We should burn the body and be done with it!” croaked the eldest witch of the coven. Her gnarled fingers cl...
Submitted to Contest #295
Jason’s coffee was getting cold. It was his third cup since he had set up surveillance a few hours ago, and he had to pee something terrible. He shouldn’t have had so many cups, but the simple, mundane task of sipping the bitter liquid was a balm to his jagged nerves.He fumbled around in the floorboards of the back seat of the shitty little hatchback until his fingers found the cold metal of the thermos. He shook it, feeling the last dregs of the coffee sloshing around inside, and debated if he could piss in it without overflowing the canist...
Submitted to Contest #262
“Can I get the play station?”“You have fifty seven tickets.” The boy, a short round thing of about twelve, stared at me blankly. His red stained mouth hung open slightly, the same cherry stain dribbled down the front of his shirt. “The play station costs 115,000 tickets,” I explained. “Okay!” He said with an empathic nod of the head, comprehension eluding him.“You know what, how about fifty seven army men?” I pulled out one of the small green figures from a container under the counter and handed it to the boy. He stared down a...
Submitted to Contest #250
“911. What's your emergency?” “Help” I whispered, the sound barely audible over the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears. “Hello? 911. What's your emergency?” The operator said again in a professional, calm voice that seemed to ring throughout the tiny confines of the closest. I squeezed my eyes shut tight, swallowing down the rising terror. I inhaled slowly through my nose to calm the shaking in my voice and whispered again, “I need help.” “What’s your current location?” the operator inquired, her sweet voice so, so loud. “33 Wes...
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