Molly Scully

“Drunk Texts” by Molly Scully

Submitted to Contest #104

“Are you coming tonight?”  “Sarah…” “No. I will not take no for an answer. Enough is enough, okay? I gave you a few days to cry and stay in bed in sweatpants and eat pizza, and now it’s over. Get up!” “That was harsh,” I say as I drag my legs over the side of the bed and sit up. Sarah has her arms crossed at this point, and I stare daggers at her fingers tapping against her...

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“Innocent Until Proven Guilty ” by Molly Scully

I stand in the bathroom sink desperately trying to get all the blood out of the creases of my hands and out from underneath my fingernails. I look in the mirror to see my wide eyes and open mouth, still breathing heavy after the night’s events. I glance to the right to distract myself by staring at the crack in the wall. I almost wish for an earthquake to widen the crack and have the ceiling cave in and bury me.  ...

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“A Breath of Fresh Air ” by Molly Scully

Submitted to Contest #99

“Higgins, you’re going to be on corridor four. Don’t worry, the ones down there aren’t too crazy. Corridor three is the one to watch out for though, so you might hear some screams. Schwartzman, you’re on two. Everybody else, business as usual. Any questions?”  Higgins opened his mouth to ask the first of a dozen questions when Stevens slammed the clipboard back on the counter and said, “Good!” before he t...

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“An Empty Bedroom Filled with Memories” by Molly Scully

Submitted to Contest #96

Content warning: hints of suicidal thoughts or drug use I walk into the guest room. His room. No. The guest room. It’s just a guest room now.    But a guest room is supposed to be impersonal. It should be decorated so that anyone could sleep here. And yet I couldn’t bring myself to throw anything out. I couldn’t even paint the walls or buy different sheets.    He always hated when I told him to clean his room. Then he got even madder when I would lose p...

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“The Toughest Choice to Make” by Molly Scully

Submitted to Contest #95

  TW: domestic abuse “What do you want for dinner tonight, Liv?” Ryan asks me without even looking at me.  “I don’t know. Whatever you want.” “We could try that new place down on 5th. I think it’s Italian. You love Italian, right?” “Yep, love Italian.” I hate Italian.  “Are you hearing me, babe?” he’s starting to get annoyed.  “Yeah, sorry, I’m just distracted.” I glanc...

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“Two Seconds Notice” by Molly Scully

Submitted to Contest #89

As I walk up to the New York City high rise for the last time I look up towards the top. I remember my first day here when I was so out of my comfort zone being in the big city. I was surrounded by hundreds of strangers and huge buildings. I had never seen anything like this. My small town didn’t exactly have skyscrapers. I remember gazing upwards to see how tall my building was, and I couldn’t even see the top. All ther...

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“Warrior Princess” by Molly Scully

Submitted to Contest #88

Today’s the day. The one I’ve been dreading. I can’t believe I couldn’t figure out a way to get out of this, but they’re already on their way. Every eligible man within a hundred miles will be coming to the palace ball tonight for my eighteenth birthday. Any other princess would probably be thrilled about this special day, but I would literally rather be anywhere else. I’ve never ...

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