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Ray’s gun jammed right after he shot the wrong guy.It was supposed to be simple. Walk up. Double-tap. Dump the body. No witnesses, no mistakes. But then came the click. That soft, dumb click. Ray stared at the gun like it had personally betrayed him.The guy he shot—now bleeding out in the alley—had thin wrists, expensive shoes, and a nametag that read “Kyle.” That wasn’t the plan.“Jesus Christ, Ray,” said Duke, crouching beside the body. “You killed the wrong guy.”Ray shrugged. “He matched the description.”“The description was ‘Melvin Deeks,...
Cam didn’t ask questions until the truck was already three towns past where he meant to get off.He’d been scraping grease from under his fingernails for weeks, trying to save enough to leave the county. He had two hundred and sixteen dollars in a coffee tin back at his mom’s trailer and a Nokia so old it only had Snake and three saved contacts—two of them disconnected.Then Reese pulled up in the F-150, engine coughing like it had secrets, window down, smile thin.“You still trying to get outta here?” Reese asked. Cam didn’t hesitate. Slid in ...
Submitted to Contest #274
When he was eight years old, Sam watched a movie he wasn’t supposed to see. He still remembers the details vividly, even if he can’t remember the movie’s title. The scene was etched into his mind like a memory he couldn’t shake, a memory that resurfaced at odd times, years later, when he’d least expect it. It wasn’t a scary movie, not exactly, but there was something chilling about what he’d seen—a popular TV actor, a kid only a few years older than Sam himself, drowning on screen in a way that felt disturbingly real. He’d been watching it o...
Submitted to Contest #275
“It’s here!” Joey thought, the words pounding in his head. His heart raced as he ran his fingers over the smooth envelope in his hand. The paper felt thicker than anything he’d ever touched, high quality. Serious. Just holding it made his fingers itch, like it was burning his skin with everything it held.Joey took a shaky breath and tried to tear the envelope open carefully, but his fingers slipped, fumbling at the seam. The more he tried to pull it apart gently, the more his hands shook, until he finally ripped it open, paper tearing in one...
Submitted to Contest #273
Lena stared at the same page for the third time, the words blurring in front of her. The ticking of the old clock on the wall kept her company, its hands dragging toward 9:47 PM. She hated how she knew the exact time her father would walk through the door, hated that it had become a pattern—something predictable in the chaos of her home. Her mother used to sit in this very chair, years ago, reading while waiting for him. But Lena didn’t read to wait. She just needed something to hold so her hands wouldn’t shake.The front door groaned open, a...
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