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Submitted to Contest #275
When Jillian said she wanted to hold a seance to commune with the dead, I knew it would be trouble. Halloween, she said. All Hallows Eve, she said. The thinning of the veils, she said. As if she actually believed in anything beyond her own sense of self-importance. No, the only people Jillian wanted to commune with were her followers, real and virtual alike. A seance on Halloween, to remind them that Jillian Jones was as edgy as Edward Scissorhands, with the cheekbones to match. In reality, my former best friend was as edgy as a piece of che...
Submitted to Contest #238
“I—” …love you too. The words catch in my throat. Across from me, Devin waits, one hand reaching across the table, fingers inches from my own. He clutches a glass of root beer in his other hand, his white knuckles the only visible sign of nerves. His honey-brown eyes are bright with hope. Or is it expectation? Time stutters, crashing to a snail’s pace. My tongue presses to the roof of my mouth, the L shape almost fully formed, lips arrested, frozen in this one moment of time. Devin blinks, the motion slower than molasses. My stacca...
Submitted to Contest #24
Lura slumped back against the front door, staring down at the dead pixie pinioned to the gate with pale, thorny vines, throat slit, green blood pooling like antifreeze across her mother’s pristine yard. The words “never return” and “death awaits” marred its gossamer wings.This can’t be happening, she told herself. Yet clearly, it was.Lura scanned the front yard, the street beyond. Nothing. No sign of whoever had done this, and, more importantly, no sign of anyone—or anything—lying in wait to do worse. Only the mundane sou...
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