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Submitted to Contest #321
My stomach had twisted itself into so many knots that I wasn’t sure I’d be able to untangle it before he arrived. He was actually Jake: thirty-two, Leo. Profuse surfer, full time plumber and occasional trouble, or so his profile claimed. There was no picture to confirm that he did in fact, look like trouble, because it was a blind dating app, the premise being that love was a matter of connection, rather than aesthetics. But honestly, I didn’t have a clue what love was. When I was a teenager, I thought it was butterflies and flirty messages...
Submitted to Contest #319
“What’s the point of being undead if there’s no one to bother?” Casper howled, gliding through the corridors of my rickety skeleton. He was the third ghost to ask this week, and if things didn’t improve soon, he could be the last. I shrugged; my scratched wooden boards littered with abandoned flashlights, rising and creaking with the movement. They were my trophies, proof I had once been successful, that I hadn’t always been wasting away for nothing. For nobody. It was usually a good sign, that I was getting older, blessed with new families ...
“Where is it?” My voice was the sound of grating metal, a timbre I had worked tirelessly to perfect over the past three years. And I think today, I just might have.The man flailing beneath my cobalt-tipped grasp didn’t seem to appreciate the momentous occasion, his eyes jerking side to side as if he might find an escape. Cute, but pointless.“I-I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he stammered like a drunkard. Fear could do that to a man, I’d discovered, make them trip over their words or lose them completely, among other things.Right o...
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