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Submitted to Contest #309
--- Trigger warning — this story contains:- Reference to: - Sexual violence- Depictions of: - Poor mental health - Physical violence, gore, or abuse. --- "What can I get you?" I asked him, jadedly as ever. "What do you have?" His eyes had a sparkle to them, and there was something very off about him. "There isn't a menu." He chuckled. "Brax, beer, whisky and tar," I recited. "You sell tar?" he asked, lowering his voice. "Openly?" "Doesn't everyone?" I raised an eyebrow. Tar required a license to sell. No one around here could afford somet...
Submitted to Contest #63
Reaching for an apple-picking basket, Davyn did as he was told that morning (and every other) and inspected the rules on the tool shed wall. His younger brother Kersil stood silently beside him, reading the rules also. It was dark, as it always was in the shed, but the reaper behind them commanded regardless that they read the rules aloud. Such was protocol by now. "Rule 1. The apple trees are dead, but grow apples regardless. There will never be a ripe apple, but we will pick them regardless." The brothers spoke in unison, the reaper sile...
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