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Submitted to Contest #186
“It’s weird, the way you make me feel.” “Tell me about it.” “My heart is a chorus of butterflies when you walk into the room, and for a moment I feel as if the butterflies are going to lift me off my feet and carry me farther away. Away from you, and then that thought brings this … tightness to my chest, that makes it feel as if I can’t breathe. The butterflies fly me away from you and it’s all I can do just to breathe again.” “It sounds like the way I make you feel makes you miserable, Emil.” “The opposite, actually. You make me feel warm, ...
Submitted to Contest #183
CONTENT WARNING !! This story contains smoking, blood, and depictions of violence/domestic violence, consumption of blood. ⤟ 🟆 ⤠ Among the vast emptiness of open space that is our galaxy, there are countless living organisms just like you and I. Creatures beyond our knowledge and understanding; who walk and talk and breathe just as we do. The phenomenon of “alien life” has been denied by many, but there are still those out there who believe. What if we lived in a world, where alien life was not a conspiracy theory, but a concept everyone ...
Submitted to Contest #174
“I’ll see you after class, Percy.” Cali looks down at Percy with a sweet smile, tall and dressed in a sleeveless lavender turtleneck tucked into a similar colored plaid skirt that he wears. “By the tree?” “Yeah… by the tree.” Percy, much shorter than Cali and dressed in a dark red sweater with faded black jeans, nods. “I’ll see you.” He watches Cali walk away, a sort of longing in his eyes as he grips the strap of his messenger bag; should he say something? They always spend time together in private, for the most part. Cali has been really...
Submitted to Contest #167
One day, the Angel–named Emil–is left alone in the cage that he spends all of his time in. The metal bars dig into his knees and the chains around his wrists and ankles rattle with each movement, catching on his skin and scraping it raw. There’s dried blood on his back, infected wounds all over his skin and Emil thinks there is nothing worse than this. Even Hell itself is a better fate. At one point he thinks he can see the figure of a tall, slender man leaned up against the corner of the room. He has a familiar way about him; the way he...
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