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Submitted to Contest #263
TW: Mentions of physical violence. Some stories shouldn't be told by me, especially stories such as this one. Regrettably, you will find this story bruised by my thoughts, my bias, my voice, all things of mine that shouldn't belong here. I bruised it while trying to hold on tight, as it twisted, turned, and writhed in my hands, trying to escape. “I don't belong to you.” It shrieked. I felt guilty digging my nails deeper into these stories, knowing none of these memories were mine to exhibit. Yet, all of them are true. There's a reason why yo...
Shortlisted for Contest #262 ⭐️
Please regard this as my full confession. I do not wish to die with a heavy heart. I wish you were able to see him just now. He is preparing to land the final blow, and I know I will be dead within seconds; yet, even when he harbors murder in his eyes, I have never seen a more attractive, more enticing - more, more, more - beautiful human than him. Please do not take offense to this, I am sure you are quite tantalizing yourself; I probably would have stalked and hurt you too, as many times as I did him, if we had had the pleasure to meet bef...
Submitted to Contest #261
“I never told you this, but I visited a priest three years ago.” Mama admitted, sipping on her Campari Orange. “I brought him a picture of you, told him what you’ve been through all these years and asked if you were cursed.” She then gazed adoringly at the Christmas gift I had just given her - a positive pregnancy test - and her look turned warmer with appreciation. “Multumesc lui Dumnezeu!” Mama had developed a habit out of thanking God for my health, accomplishments and happiness. When I would earn a well-deserved promotion after years of ...
George was enjoying a delightful Egg McMuffin when the dragon descended upon London. The creature's belly, scaly and filled with half-digested accountants, two German Shepherds and someone's husband, cast a towering shadow over the entirety of Tooley Street, part of London Bridge City Pier and George's greasy booth. A dragon was quite possibly the last thing on his mind when George noticed the darkness spilling through the windows and onto his breakfast. Instead, he felt his mood turn sour at the thought of an incipient storm cloud looming o...
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