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Submitted to Contest #298
Trigger warning: gore, mental health, substance abuse, physical violence This Monday evening already felt like a mistake. The air was cold and heavy, barely fifty degrees—a rarity in March for Arizona, you know the land of never ending heat. I’d lived long enough to remember when this land was nothing but dry, cracked earth and wind that could strip skin from bone. Now it had grocery stores, coffee chains, and megachurches made of glass and steel.I parked in the far corner of the church lot, hands resting on the wheel. I always waited here ...
Submitted to Contest #257
The rain poured hard over the men's black cloaks, soaking them to the bone as they made their way through the dark and winding streets. The three men walked briskly towards the entrance of the vampire ball. The full moon hung high in the sky, casting an iridescent shadow on their figures. "So how exactly do you plan on sneaking our way in here, Romeo?" Malichi asked, his voice barely audible over the pounding rain."Just because we're wearing masks doesn't mean we will actually fit in," Julius remarked, his tone laced with skepticism as ...
Submitted to Contest #180
They say bad luck comes in threes. Your cat dies, your car tire goes flat, and your job calls you to tell you business has been slow and your hours are being cut. Sound familiar? Or maybe it’s something small. You break your favorite watch, you stub your toe, and you dropped that twenty dollars in your wallet walking down the street. All bad things, all at the worst time. All consecutively in a row. For me it only seems to keep piling on. Not just three events but four, five, seven even. A death in the family. A last minute mov...
Submitted to Contest #128
“So I suppose you want to ask me why I killed her?” The whistle of the tea kettle broke our unwavering silence. Without answering the question I shove back my chair and made haste to the stove top. Two perfect tea cups rested alongside the counter top. Their blue flowers dancing in the sunlight. When Mary had asked to come over for tea this was not the conversation I was expecting us to have. “Would you like sugar or cream with the tea?” I stutter. Focusing intently on the burning liquid pouring into the two cups. &n...
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