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Submitted to Contest #52
Trigger warning: upsetting images, depictions of assault Piper hadn't slept easily since that horrid night. Images of horns and raining blood—the spine-chilling sounds of Blake's horrifying shrieks as he got incinerated—and the awful way, he curled his retractable claws—still ravaged and plagued the nine circles of hell of her brain. When she slept as much as even a compact wink—she was suddenly accosted and blinded with incandescent dreams of malignant spirits and frightful fiends. If the young Catholic priest had been r...
Submitted to Contest #51
It was in the dead of winter when I first became chronic with fever. I remember the twinkling of the stars seen hanging outside my cracked window. It had gotten quite cold and by the brumal season, I was nothing but a ribcage of skin and bones—scuffling around on useless crutches. As the child of many—perhaps six or eight, I was the second to oldest. I was twelve when my father Theodore went away to work in the iron poorhouses--minding coals, fixing furnaces, etc; and barely thirteen when I got frightfully sick. We had no money to sign ...
Submitted to Contest #49
Under the bed, there was a cobweb planet of darkness--waiting in the sallow shadows. The hellish sun was sinking well below the horizon when an airglow monster arched its back and peeked it’s head out from beyond the abyss of the netherworld. It had awaited putridly, underground, for the perfect moment to become silhouette and saturnine once more. Being a colossal creature of the blue hour, it had to stay hidden until all the humans---especially the adults, were in a cocoon of chasmic bottomless sleep. Only then, could it mount off...
Submitted to Contest #48
Mika thought the hardest hurdle would be the surgery. But the truth was that the post-partum hump, when you were still navigating gauze and getting to know your body again--getting to understand the indents, the silicone or lack thereof, the shifting fabric of your own organs--the sagging flesh and stolen body parts, in truth, was by far the worse part. When Mika looked at herself in the mirror, she was not like she once was. Her skin was different--the stitches and incisions made her look like a practice medical dummy--perfectly thread...
Submitted to Contest #47
The sky was a cloud of brine raining down on your antique, wooden windowpane. The newscaster said the weather was due for a change but it hasn’t stopped gushing since. Last week your sister suddenly stopped by--umbrella and raincoat clad, for an unexpected visit. She worried about you being alone amidst the choleric rise in atmospheric pressure. She was truly fearful for your safety. It was something about how she tilted her head and the way, she cupped your hands, and gravely asked, “Are you okay?” The cascading words tingled your skin...
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