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Submitted to Contest #101
In the stories we tell, the body is a place of violence. We don't think about that, do we? The wolf-man, great dark eyes like the ocean and snapping slashing snarling teeth. The grandmother in his stomach. The huntsman and his rough hands and rougher axe. Strings of severed hands cast around the statues as warnings. There is more, I think, for me. The body of the woman. I have Medusa's snakes for hair, writhing on the back of my neck, cheeks and chin splattered with the two-pronged red sting of the viper bite. My skin stretch...
Shortlisted for Contest #98 ⭐️
Danny grins right into the sun and revs the engine, nudging the speedometer past eighty. There’s not a sign of life for as far as he can see, until the ochre of the desert bleeds into the heat haze on the horizon. Just the endless sameness of rocks and dust and melting tarmac. It really makes the man beside him, tux rumpled and disheveled, hair a windswept mess, all the more interesting. He laughs, draping one wrist over the wheel and turning to look at him. “Y’know, I haven’t seen a groom look so damn miserable since my Uncle Jimmy marri...
Shortlisted for Contest #96 ⭐️
Maybury was a quiet place. Five and a half thousand people lived in it, but it wound a long way out into Nevada desert. Less a town, more a collection of villages scattered through the prickly-pear cacti and low scrubland. Prometheus arrived in the mid-afternoon when the sun was patiently cracking open the sidewalk. Even the weeds between the cracks were limp with heat. The few people out kept their heads down, hats tilted forward to hide their faces. When he killed the engine, he could almost hear the backs of their necks sizzling. ...
Submitted to Contest #95
“Will you come with me, Ari?” It was a punch in the gut. I actually felt pain in my stomach when I opened the door and Jack was there, tall and quiet under the grey sky, so much older than the last time I’d seen him. Then he spoke. Six words. And I was angry so fast it made my head spin, blurred him until all I could see was a mass of crimson, until I could have killed him with my bare hands right there. I took a breath, then another, before I looked at his face. He seemed plenty calm, but I knew him. His shoulders were taut and hig...
Submitted to Contest #93
“It’s like this,” Marta said, eyelids sleep-heavy. She leaned against the one intact chair in the dining room, relaxed enough to still seem a little bit drunk. Pratt squinted at her. “Like what?” “Like…” She gestured expansively around them. In the living room, the disco ball was still slowly rotating, the morning light casting a million silver glitters over the stained carpet and upended chairs. Pratt’s eyes snagged on a new splatter just under the psychedelic artwork Marta had brought home last month. She’d said it was innovative...
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