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Submitted to Contest #222
Adam cycled faster and faster through the rain to get home. He’d come to realize his stepmother resembled, more and more, the stepmothers in the Grimm book his mother had bought him last October, just a few months before she died. His new stepmother Lydia treated him as an idiot to be suffered (and sometimes ridiculed), no matter how he tried to please her. Salt to the wound, she allowed Ned to do anything he wanted, and she’d cover up for him no matter what he what he did or said. It was so unfair; it didn’t help that Morris seemed to prefe...
Submitted to Contest #197
Whence things have their origin, Thence also their destruction happens, According to necessity; For they give to each other justice and recompense For their injustice In conformity with the ordinance of Time. -Anaximander of Miletus ******************************************** Part I: Wednesday morning A languid breeze blew through the courtyard this morning, the scent of fennel and oleander at its back. Anaximan...
Shortlisted for Contest #190 ⭐️
I had just bid goodbye to the exterminator when Egge called. “You’ve got to come over, right now if you can.” In that whiney voice he used when distressed, he continued, “I’ve done it, I’ve created a new color. It will change your world, it will change my world, it will change the world! Get over here right away.” I hadn’t seen Egge for a month or two, so I was willing to amuse his sudden request. “On my way, I ju...
Submitted to Contest #164
He rode the subway with semen in his underwear. It slowly dripped down the edge of his thighs as he read the Post, the gift of some unknown rider before him. He thought back to last night, the shy OSHA government worker so excited to bed a good looking, young (emphasis on young) man on a Wednesday evening. The sex was forgettable, but he was more than a little drunk by the time they left the bar. He rarely performed at his best when alcohol was involved. He couldn’t really remember what happened after they got to the OSHA guy’s home. They ta...
Submitted to Contest #157
This story has words/concepts involving genitalia and sex. Part 1 - ATTRACTION The tube -- of grey articulated plastic -- bounced back and forth, up and down, as Simon moved through the secretarial area. The tube’s hard plastic tip swung in arcs around and around, the articulations on the tube adding a bit of bounce, a bit of chaos, to the circulations. Jutting out of the small vacuum canister, this energetic tube reminded Simon of a swinging elephant trunk at first. The more he used it, however, the more it reminded him of a big dick. Sim...
Submitted to Contest #152
Carlos discovered the poppet under a pile of shoes in the back of his grandmother's closet. Although covered in years of dust and grime, the herbs inside gave off a mephitic odor that was amazingly pungent. At the ends of the limbs, the material used to make the doll had unraveled – the hands and feet appearing hairy and disheveled - a child’s nightmare seven inches long. He put it into his backpack and stood up, a little light-headed from the dust and smell. He heard his father calling for him to come downstairs. They’d already loade...
Submitted to Contest #119
6:30 pm As he pulled into the restaurant parking lot, it occurred to Alberto that he had already worked 9 hours today. Tonight, if he was lucky, he should be home by 10:15, so that would give him just over 12 hours today! He knew he was working too much, but he really wanted to take Carla to Mazatlan for her birthday, and it wasn’t that far off. And what was wrong with Carla lately? She seemed, he thought, a little distant, a little sad. He loved his wife, but she was so complicated. They’d been through a lot together, but he sometimes wa...
Submitted to Contest #94
“I could too! Especially if they deserved it!” That was me telling Tom, Adrian and Luka that I had as much chance to win the bet as they did. “You would not, you don’t have the guts,” Luka blurted out, all mean-like with her red-streaked hair and black nail polish. Tom just smiled; that smug look had bothered me before. When we were younger, at Morton Elementary, he used to tell me that I had the guts of a rabbit. &...
Submitted to Contest #89
Mrs. Morrison Mrs. Morrison was too busy to die. And yet, by the end of the day that is exactly what would happen. Her demise was unexpected, certainly not something to worry about this morning, not on a day as lovely as this. Outside her freshly painted Cape Cod, Mrs. Morrison’s azaleas were in full bloom, a little late this year but more than worth the wait. The dogwood that dear Donald had planted in 1948 reigned in the courtyard; in a week or two, depending on ...
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