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Weekly Contest #379
‘25 Tips on How to Be Heard in a Relationship.’ ‘18 Ways to Make Your Needs Known in Partnerships.’ ‘22 Quick Tips for a Struggling Couple Dynamic.’ I squeeze the back of my neck in guilt while scrolling the Google search page for a website that could potentially help me make my voice heard. Sean tells me to ask for help when I need it, to not let myself drown in chores or work, but every time I ask for help, I’m just blown off. “I’ll do it in a while,” turns to never. ”Let me finish this round,” morphs to a video game marathon that doesn’t ...
Weekly Contest #378
CW: Gore, body horror, self mutilation. Tick-tock. Tick tock. Anthony palms his tired eyes, glancing at the minute and hour hand of the wall clock pass by. Tick-tock. He readjusts his flexible desk lamp over his work space and pushes a pin next to the slender, sparsely furred leg of a dry spider specimen. The pin enters the styrofoam with a faint pop. Anthony gathers another small pinch of silver pins and drops them next to his workspace, then selects one and presses it against the underside of the spider leg, posing it to look like the spi...
Weekly Contest #376
CW: Sexual assault of a corpse Hey, my name is Brittany Santos, and if I’m being honest with you, being a corpse kind of really sucks. It’s gross and slimy, and people have a tendency to not let the dead rest, and I think a good beauty sleep would do wonders for my completion right now. I used to be a twenty-three year old bombshell. I wouldn’t be caught dead (ha-ha) with my roots grown out, my makeup was always flawless, I had a body that would make any man drool, and I always stayed up on the latest fashion. One night, a man rudely broke ...
Weekly Contest #374
Sometimes, I take for granted the little moments of calm. My life is so full of sickness, emotion, grief, pain, and just noise in general, that I feel like becoming mentally numb and defaulting through the day has become my new norm. But tonight, the drive home was that brief moment of peace I didn’t know I was missing Hardly anyone is on the twisting backroads at eleven-thirty at night on a Thursday. Children have school the next day and most adults work a day-shift job and are already throwing in the towel for the night. No house lights ar...
Weekly Contest #336
PC: “Hello?” HC: “Hi. Is Paul there?” PC: “Speaking.” HC: “Hey Paul, it’s, uh… it’s your daughter. Mom gave me your number so I could, you know, maybe talk to you for a bit. I have a lot of questions and uh, things I wanna know.” PC: “You know, I uh, don’t have a lot of time to talk right now. Maybe later?” HC: “You and I both know that ‘later’ means never.” PC: “Hah, your mother sure raised one hell of a firecracker. Keep it short, sweetheart, okay?” HC: “Don’t call me that. Look, I’ve heard a bunch of different things about you grow...
Weekly Contest #333
Up in the sky, in the dead of night, lies a domain lost to legend and spoken stories. A once powerful realm that guided sailors and cartographers to exploration and discovery. But for the last two hundred years, there has been one force throwing off the balance of the night sky, and that force is Cassiopeia. Something must be done, and soon. “ORIOOOOON!” The Major Ursa calls, the Minor his shy echo. The High Court is composed of Polaris, the Great North Star; Draco, the Great One’s little guard dragon; Ursa Major and Minor, his right (and...
Weekly Contest #331
Vincent’s cold breath condensates in front of him while he sprints through the barren, winter woods. Hop! Over a dead log. Duck! Under a tangle of branches. Fox! He races past, barely stirring the animal. Where he was speeding off to? He’d like to think to nowhere, just for the hell of it. To feel “free”, or whatever that means nowadays. Over and under, Vincent weaves through the woods, only a once-white tee shirt under a tattered winter jacket clings to his back and chest, and a pair of well-loved carpenter pants with a hole in the left kne...
Weekly Contest #330
“Can we run through the risks of the surgery again, doctor?” she inquired, not understanding the medical terms the surgeon was spouting off rapidly. Something about the fracture of a femoral head, the need to replace her entire hip in a total arthroplasty, words of those sorts. She was finding it rather hard to follow, and the speed of his speech was doing nothing to help. ”You’ve broken your hip. We can reconstruct it for you, but that will mean replacing the entire joint, and putting a new ball in your hip. It’s a pretty routine surgery, i...
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