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Submitted to Contest #319
The Starving Experiment As we stand leaning against the damp wall, Rick looks between us again and says, “It’s either her or me. Trust me, Kayla, you don’t want to go after me.” Rick’s words barely make it to my ears; the only thought running through my mind is how my stomach aches and rumbles for something to eat. I swallow hard and grip the revolver for comfort. I know he’s right, that I need to choose. Unfortunately, my mind is so foggy I can’t see the best choice. Trying to decide, I look between the two. Rebecca is still sitting huddled...
Submitted to Contest #309
Already Gone I finish lathering the simple cake with my famous cream cheese frosting. I made sure to make it exactly the way my mother loves because she deserves it. She deserves every once of energy I can give her. I wrap the cake in some tinfoil and take one final look at myself in the mirror before leaving. My brown hair just barely brushes my shoulders, and I wish it would grow faster. I want to get it as long it used to be when I was a teenager. I’ve kept my face plain, avoiding my usual red lipstick and eyeshadow. I know it...
Submitted to Contest #307
The Final Exam I sit up, finding myself on the floor in the center of a small room. They drugged me to bring me here, so a slight fogginess fills my mind. I shake my head and slowly stand, taking in my surroundings. A single lantern hangs by the door illuminating the area. The dark wood walls soak up the light, leaving shadows in the corners. Bookshelves cover the walls around me; save for the wall in front of me which simply has a small slit in the center of it. I wait for instructions; some hint on how I’m supposed to pass the final exam....
Submitted to Contest #303
“Love”I walk in the door to country music blasting from the speakers. My darling is in the kitchen singing along, preoccupied with whatever she’s preparing. Her chestnut hair falls down her back, slightly covering her tattoo; sun kissed skin glowing in the light from the window. She doesn’t hear me come in, and I sneak up behind her giving a kiss on her cheek. Smiling, she turns around pulling me in for one on the lips. Her taste is like sweet cherries, and her smell is of tobacco. I feel her holding onto me for dear life and it pulls me int...
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