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FIRST PART: https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/contests/97/submissions/71316/ TW: Homophobic Behaviour ~~~~ Miles had made up his mind, it had been a few days since he had told Dan and Alice, and he wanted to tell his parents. He needed to. Even though he had a horrible feeling their reaction wouldn’t be as good, he couldn’t pretend anymore. He was just finishing up practice, helping to clean up the gym, his body ached from the intense training their coach put them through. He could hear the other boys joke...
“What’s up?” Miles glanced up from staring out the classroom window to see who was talking to him. He had plopped himself at his desk and sunk into it, hoping he could vanish while watching the world pass him by. So, when he heard Dan’s voice, he was reluctant to move. “Wow, that bad huh?” he heard Dan say, seeing a concerned smile on his face. “Where’s our favourite hyper Captain?” he continued, gently slapping Miles on the back. “I can’t compete…” Miles mumbled. “Huh? You injured dude?” Miles watched with a sense of anguish, as a panic...
Submitted to Contest #95
I blinked, I blinked! I’m sure that was all I did… how did I get here? God, my throat is sore, and it’s so dark. What is that rancid smell? Hot iron and rotting meat? I’m going to be sick. “Ah, you’re awake, welcome,” a man says from somewhere around me. Welcome? To where? Why can’t I move my… I’m tied up. How did I get tied up? I was in bed! “It’s perfectly normal to feel a little, out of sorts when you first wake up, my dear. Don’t worry,” why don’t I recognise this assholes voice? He sounds like he swallowed a jar of honey, and who is ...
Submitted to Contest #94
You’re going to get us all killed! Sam could see that look of volatile fear and resentment in his friend’s eyes. He wanted to disenchant them of this, but he knew any attempt would be foolhardy. Their opinion of him had been formed from his inability to keep Kyle safe, and now, as they sat barricaded in the small dirty room which offered only the slimmest slivers of light and hope, he could not blame them for their rage. “What are we going to do?” Sasha asked, her eyes as wide as a doe in headlights. She seemed unable to control her hands, e...
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