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Submitted to Contest #298
He came in through the wrong door.Nobody ever used the east gate—too dramatic.But there he was: robe torn, wrists leaking light, eyes like dawn after a hangover. I almost laughed.“Lost?” I asked, flicking ash off my tongue.“Or did Daddy send you to clean up His mess?”He didn’t answer. Just stood there, taking it all in.The sulfur pits, the screams, the centuries of rot.The way time here folds like broken wings.And me. The one He threw out like a dog for asking questions.And now the golden boy’s here, looking sorry. He finally stepped forward...
Winner of Contest #296 🏆
I didn't mean to create a frog cult. I named the first one Cletus, after a guy my dad used to buy pills from. It felt right. Greasy name. Like something that would survive the apocalypse by crawling into the crawlspace and licking the mold off the copper pipes. Cletus stared at me through the glass like he knew I was broken. Like he approved. Dumpy tree frog. Litoria caerulea, if you’re trying to impress a vet tech. People call them “Dumpy” like that’s an insult. Like their weight’s a problem. These frogs don’t give a shit. They sag and spre...
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