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Submitted to Contest #146
Dear Little Me(Mentions of Suicide and the story is about mental health) I hate waking up in the morning – especially nowadays. I have since I was young. I think it has something to do with the Pol-G disease or now that I know some more about medical shit possibly cortisol. High levels of it happen right as I wake up? Maybe, maybe… I just know that as soon I hear birds, it makes my bed feel like it’s so much more comfortable than it had been last night. Can you blame me? It’s kind of annoying too, actually, though because then I can’t ...
Submitted to Contest #56
(Trigger warnings: self-harm, suicide) Alec Manning felt himself being pistoned sideways slowly before it ever occurred to him to open his eyes, but when he did he found himself in a plain elevator, nothing special — silver doors, linoleum floors. He looked down at himself and he saw his legs wearing a pair of black pants that for sure knew he didn’t own. The top half of his body was covered in a white shirt; a Polo by the make of it. Out of sheer curiosity, he reached up to his head and felt the bill of a baseball cap. He pulled it off his ...
Submitted to Contest #55
“Can you keep a secret?” The parrot squawked at Peter again as he passed it with the box filled with his mother’s things to put into storage, since his father hadn’t the heart to keep them in the house with him. The bird, a gigantic African gray with his right foot ending in a stub, belonged to his mother as well and was the only piece of Mom that Dad was reluctantly choosing to retain. Peter ignored it, just as he had the other ten times Gabriel, the ridiculous moniker ...
Submitted to Contest #54
“Darwin, I don’t know about this. You keep telling me to hit distant things with the boomerang and I keep missing the shit I’m aiming for. What makes you think I can hit a moving target like that pigeon and, for fuck sake, why exactly a pigeon? It’s a harmless animal, it didn’t hurt me!” She complains quite thoroughly into her phone though no one is on the other end. This is her new normal, ever since she had stuck a needle of liquid artificial intelligence into her arm thinking it was heroin at a high school party. Now she has a snarky, mal...
Submitted to Contest #42
Bleiderburg strolled his way along the cobbled paths as if he owned all of Vandalen; whacking the bushes on each side of the trail with the butt of his wooden walking stick. He had woken up in a good mood that morning despite the dark clouds floating ominously over the trees in the distance signaling the inevitable return of evil sorcerer Kokaloth. Not even the slow disappearance of the hair on his head, something he had secretly been fretting to himself about for a few years now ever since the first clump unceremoniously fell out, could bri...
Submitted to Contest #34
What I Should Have Done:IMessageSun, Mar 15, 8:08 PMCam:Hey, um... Is this Pierce Jerran?Pierce:yeah, who’s this?Cam: &nbs...
Submitted to Contest #30
This trip was the pits! Lost, little Elmer Grant thought this in the darkest corner of his mind as he stomped his way through the busy main path of the zoo towards the restroom. The curse word he had used wasn’t that bad! He’d heard Daddy say it often even around the dinner table in front of him and his siblings. Mommy would give him looks that she usually gave the kids when she was -shudder- disappointed in them and Daddy would half-halfheartedly apologize, but Elmer knew he was only doing it to get out of trouble. Something Elmer realized...
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