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Amanda Bhaer

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Things We Don’t Ask For

Weekly Contest #342

CW: Implied domestic abuse You knelt in the dirt to brush grass from my skirt, and I hadn’t even needed to ask. You looked up at me with bright eyes, usually so full of mischief, but at that moment, they were soft with something I couldn’t name. I giggled when you stood, a nervous thank you falling from my lips and my stuttering heart falling over a cliff, praying for a soft landing. I thought maybe I found it when the smirk that I was used to seeing cause trouble caused only butterflies instead. You didn’t say “you’re welcome,” you only let...

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A Monster Named Whiskey

Weekly Contest #329

CW: Substance abuse, Physical violence, gore or abuse I woke up on the floor, my head pounding, dried tears and sweat crusting my face and clothes. The stink of vomit choked the air around me; I hazily remembered throwing up in the sink all over the dirty dishes before tripping over the rug and deciding to stay on the ground. Sleep had claimed me and a part of me had wondered, as I drifted off, if it would finally be the last time my eyes closed. It wouldn’t have been the first time someone died like that in this house, but the pain behind m...

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For the Love of God, Sharon!

“Good afternoon, everyone!” the principal’s chipper voice rang out as the last five teachers filed in. “It would be a better one if I could go home,” Mr. Brown mumbled to his teammates. “What, you don’t want to spend an extra half-hour after school hearing things that could have been an email? I’m shocked at your lack of professional enthusiasm.” “Can it, Eddels,” the team lead, Mrs. Stewart, was grinning despite her rebuke of the younger ELA teacher, “the quicker we sit, the quicker we’re out of here. I have the talent show to set up, a St...

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I Would Sell My Soul for a Raindrop

Weekly Contest #320

“Breaking News: tonight saw yet another catastrophe unfolding in the western United States. Witnesses on the ground in several cities are describing the air as “unbreathable” and the environment “toxic.” Confirmed hospitalizations are numbering in the triple digits, and residents of more than a dozen cities are being instructed to shelter in place for the foreseeable future. More on this developing story after the break.” Mari shook her head and picked up her phone to check the radius of the shelter in place order- she was ten miles outside...

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"Authorities Make Gruesome Discovery in Downtown Office"

Weekly Contest #275

The dirt burrowing under her fingernails as she clawed her way out of the earth was fresh and wet, and when her head broke its surface, a sob ripped from her throat. She collapsed forward onto the mound of upturned mud, her lower half still buried, and let the tears spill from her eyes onto the ground below her. How had this happened?  “Get up. Get up. Get up,” her whispered pleas to herself sounded hoarse and choked, but they were enough to at least spur her to slowly drag herself fully from the shallow grave. With her last bit of stre...

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I Do

Weekly Contest #272

It started with a kiss, just like the best hate stories do. A kiss between a boy and a girl, lovers who thought that, together, they could conquer anything.  It ended with a kiss, poison on a woman’s lips. A kiss between a man who thought he could walk away, and a lover who would never let him. Love wins every time, after all, and theirs was a love that could conquer anything, even life.  She had the antidote, she could have saved herself after watching the surprise on his face when his throat started to fill with bile and his hear...

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The Key to Everything

Returning home was always the hardest part for Sarah. Every year since she was sixteen years old she had hiked the same ten-day stretch of the Appalachian trail in the Shenandoah Valley- first with her father, and, now, with her husband. Garrett wasn’t exactly an outdoorsman, but he was a good sport and he had learned over the years how to travel in as much comfort as he could carry on his back. This year, he had even seemed to enjoy most of the trip and was in good spirits as the two of them made their way towards the trailhead they’d left ...

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Making Peace

Weekly Contest #268

“She’s on the third floor, dear, third room on the left” the portly nurse said with a smile, “she’s never had many visitors over the years. I'm glad to see that someone came, if only to say goodbye. Just sign in here, take a visitor sticker and you’ll be good to go.”  “Thank you,” the middle-aged blonde whispered as she shifted the purse on her shoulder, signed her name, and took a Sharpie to write on the sticker. “Este is a pretty name,” the nurse grinned, “I have a granddaughter on the way, and my son claims to have no ideas for a gir...

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