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K L

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I don't feel like most people

K L

He starred at the dead body. Finally it was a murder victim. They were always the most exciting. Not like the fat ones with the blocked arteries and the old ladies with dementia, that died of natural causes. Murder victims had history. And this one was nasty. Six stab wounds. Turned out he was a real piece of shit when he was alive. An abusive husband and father, until one day, after years and years of abuse, his wife had enough and she grabbed a knife from the kitchen, before he had the chance to hit her, and stabbed him over and over...

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Memories from a House

K L

Submitted to Contest #68

It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same, at least on the outside. The sunlight found its way through the leaves of the tree she was under, children’s laughter reached her ears, a car passed by in the otherwise quiet road and the house in front of her stared her down. As she stood there, caught in a doomed staring match with the building, memories started leaking from the foundations of the house. They slowly flowed down the front yard, forming a muddy pool around her shoes and soaking her...

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What's next?

K L

Submitted to Contest #66

Since the phone call I had barely put the violin down — well to be honest, the violin had become an extension of my hand for the past twenty-two years — but the last few days were especially intense. It was finally happening. My own solo at Konzerthaus. The place where my passion for this bizarre, wonderful instrument had begun. I was six, maybe seven years old. Most likely six, because my brother was yet to be born. It was just me and my parents on holiday in Berlin. I still have no idea what had gotten into them and they decided to dr...

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The Footsteps

K L

Submitted to Contest #64

“So my father just remarried. And shockingly my step-mother is not so fond of me. And I guess neither is my father, because he agreed to send me away, to a far away, white, rich all male boarding school. It’s such a fucking cliche, that’s almost embarrassing.” My roommate laughed and smiled. He had a cute smile and kind eyes. A rarity at this school as I had come to find out. “Yep. That is pretty much everyone’s story here.” “I bet” is all I said as I looked down at my hands. This was shit. I wanted my old life back. I missed my mum, terribl...

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