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Submitted to Contest #120
I sat next to the fireplace, escaping the cold of winter, and flipped through my grandma’s photo album, pawing at old photos of my dad as a baby and my favorite, the one of my uncle throwing his stretch Armstrong into this very same fireplace. Our families always seem so much simpler when were younger don’t they? The aunt that acts goofy, the cousin who always smells a little bit like a skunk at thanksgiving, and grandma and grandpa whispering to each other in the corner. It all seems so innocent and normal until you realize that your aunt i...
(TW: Gore and domestic violence) I pulled Jasper’s sweatshirt off and balled it up, resting it over the wound. I held his head up, my other hand pressing into the sweatshirt. Blood soaked through the fabric, quickly coating my fingers in a gooey warm liquid. His black locks fell through my fingers as I adjusted my hand. How did I go from painting my nails to trying to keep my best friends, ex-boyfriend alive? Let’s rewind. “Daddy?” I asked in my mos...
Submitted to Contest #115
They call our town Eden. I never read the bible in as much detail as I was supposed to. Alisha and I dn't believe in any of the ramblings of the fantastical book. It was a grand story to us, but that was the extent of it. The only thing I can give the book credit for is how similar their Garden of Eden is to our village. The lush plant life and bountiful animal supply keeps us fed and happy. Well, it doesn’t keep me and Alisha happy. Something I didn’t mention about Eden? It’s a technology dead zone. Not that we’re supposed to know what tech...
Submitted to Contest #114
(CW: Drugs and mild gore)“You wanna do something fun?” Bridget asked broadly to the group. A wide smile broke across Desirae’s lips as her boyfriend, Tommy, nibbled on her neck, “God, do I ever.” She whispered, pushing him away. Natalie didn’t like the tone in Bridget’s voice. Well, she just didn’t like Bridget at all. When she first came to the school and joined the cheer team, this wasn’t what she expected. She had heard from books and TV shows all about bitchy cheerleaders who weren’t as pure as they pretend to be, and this squad was no d...
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