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Submitted to Contest #283
14:00 pm The sky was brilliantly blue. Almost blindingly so. Mary scowled at the offensive hue. "You'd better snow soon,” she grumbled at the sky. It was only polite to issue a warning. "What was that, dear?" her mother-in-law asked her, head poking in between the potted plants adorning the kitchen island. "Nothing! All good!" she replied, rearranging her lips and jaw and teeth into an approximation of a smile. Her mother-in-law was sweet and kind and there to assist, but she was also very jumpy and every word or sound or even a sigh that c...
Submitted to Contest #274
The bride stands up and nods at the DJ. The music stops and she clears her throat as she is clinking her champagne glass with a knife. Guests stop talking and turn to her.Thank you everyone for being here tonight! Daniel and I couldn’t be happier that you are all here with us.She pauses and looks at the groom sitting next to her.“Right, babe?”Guests chuckle and the groom waves an exasperated hand. The gesture is playful, loving.The human psyche is designed to endure great pains, the spirit can take on a lot before it gets broken. But if the ...
Submitted to Contest #272
I open my eyes and then close them again. It makes no difference. I am shrouded by darkness. I'm tied to the wall of my basement, propped up but stooping, like a forgotten doll on a girl's shelf. I tug my arm, bring it as close as possible to me, and place my bound hand in between my cheek and my shoulder, rubbing it like I do with Peter's hand when he kneads the hard knots on my shoulder blade. Stop it, he always laughs, I'm supposed to do the massaging now, not you. It's a duct tape, I think, as the cold, plastic scratches my cheek...
Submitted to Contest #271
Choking on your own hair. Not a good way to go, as far as brutal murders go. The victim is now sporting a surprisingly straight bob. The surprising part is that the bob used to be connected to the thick ponytail that is now jammed down her throat as she lying on her plush carpet, eyes staring at nothing. Dan, the officer who was here first, is calling for backup as I approach the perpetrator who is now handcuffed on a radiator. I double check that the pipe is fixed on both sides; people would be scandalized to find out how many criminals wal...
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