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Submitted to Contest #304
Lex woke with an empty stomach and a head full of nails. She realized she had thrown up sometime during the night, missing the toilet and instead filling the sink. It was a good thing her roommate was gone for the weekend; Marcie would be downright apoplectic at the mess. Lex groaned and fumbled through the medicine cabinet for ibuprofen. She had no recollection from the night before after her friends had dragged her to some hip new bar downtown. Lex wasn’t sure what was so special and out it; really, any bar was hip once you got drunk enoug...
Submitted to Contest #246
CW: Death of a teenager It was July, and the summer sun had beaten Silver Falls and all its inhabitants into a sticky, languid submission. The town was filled with the drone of fans and rattling old swamp coolers. Children lived perpetually in shorts and bathing suits, trying to eat popsicles before they could melt and darting through sprinklers to wash away the rainbow carnage on their faces and fingers when they weren't fast enough. The days crawled snail-like into weeks, even time seeming to have decided it wasn't worth the effort to br...
Submitted to Contest #227
Kat woke on a Saturday morning and hurled curses at the sky. She was supposed to be boarding a plane to Fiji in a few hours, but the completely inconsiderate weathercaster on the news had informed her that an impending monster snowstorm amassing off the eastern seaboard was going to ground all air travel in and out of New York. Kat was staring out her window, willing the dark clouds away when the phone rang. Her sister’s face appeared on the screen and Kat let out a heavy sigh before answering.  ...
Submitted to Contest #197
Will Papasian lived in a modest house with a green front door. He put in exactly forty hours every week at the paint factory, mixing the exact same shades of pine green and off-white paint. The same colors as his house, and indeed everyone’s house. The city of Nutopia was a sea of pine green and off-white as far as the eye could see. Will had never lent much thought to this fact; or much thought to any fact, really; thoughts weren’t necessary in Nutopia. Everything here moved smoothly, thanks t...
Submitted to Contest #187
The cat appeared with the storm. I had been lost and wandering through the forest for what had felt like three lifetimes but couldn’t have been more than an hour or two. Mother had ordered me out to pick berries for a pie she wanted to bake to impress the magistrate. She hoped to convince him to marry me, despite my protests. Conversation with the magistrate was drier than bones and I had never seen the man smile. I had marched off into the forest instead of collecting berries and in my state of indignatio...
Submitted to Contest #183
If you asked Kira Chen to describe herself in one word, she would most likely say, “efficient,” and then tell you to stop wasting her time with stupid questions. If you asked Joe Garver the same question, he would laugh and ask how he was ever supposed to choose just one word when there were thousands of amazing options. Then he would ask if you wanted coffee and by the time you left the coffee shop, you’d be fast friends. It was purely by chance that Kira and Joe wound up i...
Submitted to Contest #170
CW: suicide/self-harm, physical violence. Arthur Wellston came into possession of Dallow House by misfortune. The grand estate had been owned for many years by a distant cousin of the Dallow family, who then passed on rather abruptly after a bad bout of pneumonia. The cousin’s son took it upon himself to sell many of their own possessions, as their financial situation was not as stable as it had once been. The house, unlived-in for nearly a century, had once been the pride of a very proud family but had to be sold at a mere fraction o...
Submitted to Contest #169
Jamie Green grew up in a house full of monsters. Her dad drew them for comic books and his office was littered with sketches of fanged, nightmarish creatures. It might have been cool, having a comic writer for a dad. But Tom believed monsters were real, and that one had taken his sister when they were children. It grew to a point of obsession, which is why Jamie’s mom wasn’t around anymore. But Jamie stayed. She hoped she could one day convince him to go back to therapy and tackle the real monsters: ...
Submitted to Contest #164
Salvation looked like hell. So it was exactly as Iris Danes remembered it. She steered her Jeep around a jagged crack in the asphalt just ahead of the faded sign that read Welcome to Salvation! Posted beneath the cheery welcome message was another, more ominous sign. For your safety: Turn on the radio Keep your windows rolled up Do not feed the monsters “Good to be back,” Iris muttered, syncing her Bluetooth and cranking up the volume as she dro...
Submitted to Contest #161
We were just sitting down to dinner when Mama shared the news about Michael Farlowe. “Poor boy jumped right off the old bridge,” she said, plopping down a heaping bowl of mashed potatoes. “Sheriff had to go down, have some boys help drag him out of the water nearly a mile from the bridge. I heard the news just this morning, from Mrs. Abernathy.” “Michael Farlowe never had any sense,” Daddy said. “The whole family is bad seed. Pass the salt, would you, Danny?”  ...
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