Write about a character with questionable morals.
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“Hunting Season” by Ashley Writes
It always ended the same way with Collie. Another three-week bender that kicked off with a "celebration hit" at a friend's college party left him on the familiar bed of a sticky bus shelter bench once again. Unsure of how many last times he had left in him, he rifled around the pockets of his jean jacket, collecting all of twelve cents. He glimpsed the remnants of what looked to be a disconnected payphone next to him as he rose from the bench and tried to stand, his whole body pleading for mercy. Collie consider...
“Just Don't Be An Idiot” by Havana Summer
“Just don’t be an idiot.” Keith said to me. “Like you?” I said sarcastically.“Just shut up for a sec, would ya?!” Keith retorted.“You shut up!” I glowered at him.“Argh. All I wanted to do was put a fake snake on Mar-Mar’s homework for that one time she told on me. Like literally, all I did was hide ONE broccoli in my sock.”“You mean ALL your broccolis AND a carrot too!”<...
“The Wilford Reading Room” by Kathryn Engelmann
"Could you send me bank statements on behalf of your foundation? We're not seeing where the money's going." Greg took a long drag from his cigarette and let the smoke curl away from his lips. He hadn't considered that someone would look for a paper trail. He tapped his finger on the countertop, stared down at his phone, and stirred his mind for an answer. He heard an uncomfortable cough come t...
“Secrets to the Grave ” by Abigail Rae
He wiped the sweat off his forehead. The back of his shirt was damp and clinging to his skin. He paused what he was doing to take a long drag from his cigarette. God he was getting old. He glanced at his work, satisfied that he would make it home for before Cherie woke up. The dirt hole was large, at least 7 feet deep and 3 feet wide. It had taken him a few hours to get to this loca...
“THE MISANTHROPE” by Nick Wynne
Osgood Feeney was a miserable cuss. Everybody who had ever had any contact with him agreed with that conclusion. He was cruel in his speech, slovenly in his dress, dishonest in his business dealings, and was generally avoided by all the residents of my hometown. He was also an inveterate funeral goer, carrying a little black book in his pocket that listed everyone he hated or was feuding with. H...
“Woebegone Miracles” by Atrice J. R.
It's only by the grace of the gods that Francis doesn’t laugh at her mother-in-law’s bellowing wails. Davith’s funeral had ended three hours ago but Maryanne Warthwood had always been dedicated to her dramatics. It was no secret that Maryanne hated her eldest son; he wouldn’t like the foods she wanted him to like, wouldn’t go to the university she wanted, and refused to marry the woman she’d prepared f...
“Annihilating The Bridge Transient” by Seth NoLastName
Annihilating The Bridge Transient Going under the bridge is the best part of my daily run. This morning as I approached the entrance, I saw a figure in the middle of the path. He was a pale-skinned hobo who appeared to have taken up residence underneath the ...
“Cocaine Blues” by Phil Manders
WARNING: Almost certainly contains the abuse and misuse of commas. (Sorry Deidra)Luckily, I’m not cursed by an irrational desire to justify my decisions. I know when I’m right. Which, I’m not ashamed to say, is always.It was so tiny when it finally came. It often is. Most people in the room, I assume, would have been oblivious to it. Not me. One might be forgiven for assuming ...
“Cornelius Clemens” by Ralph Aldrich
Pearce, Arizona, is a small mining town just southeast of Tucson. The year is 1895, and it’s late August. The sun is blazing hot as a small traveling cabana rolls into town. The driver pulls to a stop at the far end of the main street and climbs down to look around. He’s a little disappointed because he had figured a gold mining town would look more prosperous. His name is Cornelius Clemens, and his trade is to...
“The Statistics of Morality” by Karen C
He flinched in surprise when it was cold instead of hot. His eyes flicked from the words “empirical methodology” to the partially-full mug of coffee which he had subconsciously set down in disgust. The black liquid, no longer steaming, looked like a miniature oil spill in the white ceramic.He rubbed his eyes. Gotta be at least 2am. Refusing to look at the nightstand clock as he passed it, he refilled the mug with burned coffee from the too-hot coffee pot. Half an inch of utter darkness, mirroring the bedroom win...
“The Great Beautifier ” by Benjamin Spivey
Dr. Roivas grimaced. He hated it when they screamed like this. He looked down at the woman thrashing on the table, thin shirt slipping down over her shoulder and dark wet hair splayed across her white forehead, and tried to force the expected smile. He replayed the last hour's events in his head. She had run. His men had tackled her. The rain had been smacking the pavement hard during the chase.So she was wet and his once-clean hospital floors were muddy.Her black shirt clung to her body and her hair flung water again...
“Where We Once Knew” by Asha Mody
Time echoes throughout the city burned to the ground. Memories of a time long forgotten when light erupted steadily from window sills nonexistent. Bodies lay on the ground, their ashes more than anything scattered mercilessly across the barren streets. Too much time to save the city. Not enough people cared. Not enough people cared until it was utterly impossible to not notice. Till the skies turned red and fog engulfed t...
“A Working Holiday” by Michael Schmidt
The lights of the Montclair Holiday Resort loomed wistful and gray in an unseasonably cold rain for that time of September. All throughout the wooded valley and the surrounding lake district, the same dull flat drab bank of clouds crouched low and stubborn between earth and sky. Beaches that formerly flocked with screaming families and smoking barbecues in summer months now stood empty, and the blue waters that rose in arcs with speedboats and the plop of a fisherman’s lure now sat sil...
“Principled Lessons” by Niklin Day
“When was the last time Adrian came to school?” “It’s been about a week.” “For seven days you took attendance and never noticed your student was missing. Does that sum it up?” “I wouldn’t say it’s that simple, I have a class of 32 students and this just got away from me. If I -” “That's bullshit, another teacher contacted me about your missing student. This didn’t get away from you, it ...
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