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Submitted to Contest #294
WARNING: This story contains discussions of death, suicide, afterlife, and substance abuse. Please read at your own pace and discretion. With that being said, enjoy. Time is the most precious resource the human race has ever possessed, and the horrific realization that it can never be harnessed is the cornerstone for all of the sins that purvey this world every single day. Drugs, violence, loose sex with multiple partners, adultery, abuse, you name it. Every branch from the tree of pain is deeply rooted into the same singular seed, sprouti...
Submitted to Contest #284
The rule book felt like a little bit of overkill. I had housesat for practically every single person in the neighborhood. I assumed I was past someone having to hold my hand through it. The process was simple. Keep things clean, mind my business, take care of the pets, and no guests without permission. So simple a kindergartener could’ve done it, but I wasn’t a kindergartener. I was a twenty-two year old woman holding a leather bound book that just read ‘Rules’ across the front. I didn’t know much about the Hinchcliffe’s. At the time, they w...
Submitted to Contest #283
DECEMBER 24TH, 2004 “My name is Detective Sarah Nolan, can you state your name for the record?” I choked through the dryness in the air. Three-hundred and sixty-five days and it still wasn’t any easier. “My name is Jackson Price.” I said through shaking vocal cords. “Jackson, can you verify today’s date for me?” Her voice wasn’t robotic, but very procedural. It was subtle, but little ticks in her delivery told me it was nothing personal. “It is-“ DECEMBER 24TH, 2003 I moved through the dense crowds with careful precision, making sure to be ...
Submitted to Contest #282
I lazily pushed through the two consecutive steel doors of the diner, each handle getting more sticky as the staff had probably given up on sanitizing after every nasty four year-old’s palm gripped the handle. Making my way in, I could see that the lively atmosphere shown from the outside was nothing more than a grim facade. It was getting close to four in the morning and most of, if not all of the regular traffic had shuffled out at this point. I wanted to just push through the whole night if I could help it, but the bags under my eyes had ...
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