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Audrey Knox

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Weekly Contest #221

I am woken up from a deep sleep by the sound of the front door downstairs unlocking and creaking open. Unfamiliar sounds waft into my home. I am groggier than I ever have been. “It’s huge!” I hear a woman’s voice say. I beam with pride. Her companion coughs. “And so dusty. And full of cobwebs. We’ll have to get the cleaning crew in here first thing.” I frown. I have always been proud of my family’s home, and to hear someone disparage it like this makes me defensive. “Well, that’s what happens when you let a place go to ruin for this...

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The Talk

Shortlisted for Contest #220 ⭐️

My parents’ anniversary was in the fall—the 13th of October. Every year, they left me at my grandmother’s house so that they could spend the weekend solely in one another’s company. I hated my grandmother’s house. It was creepy and it smelled of stale incense and mildew. Nothing made sense there. It was cluttered with bundles of wilted herbs in every corner. And she always made me help her with the baking. There were no videogames. This last time was no different. My parents hadn’t been gone for more than an hour when she had me help her m...

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The Executioner's Daughter

Weekly Contest #219

By nightfall, everyone in the town was asleep. Even the visitors who had come from far away were tucked in their rented beds in the upper floors of the sold out taverns. A cold, crisp fog covered the village like an extra blanket, as if to convince everyone to stay in bed safely at home. But it didn’t need to. Everyone knew that tomorrow was the big day. They needed their rest. The vendors would be up before down to stake out the best places to sell sausages. The sizzling meat would entice the earliest arrivals to a juicy breakfast. The b...

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Cockroach Girl

Weekly Contest #218

The floor underneath Barry shuddered and swayed as they took a tight corner. The clattering whoosh of the dark tunnel drowned out the tired silence of the other commuters. Barry’s sweaty hand threatened to slide loose from its cold metal pole, so he adjusted his grip and tried not to think about what had made it so sticky. Multiple people had relieved themselves in this car over the course of the day. The sickly sweet mixture of vomit and tangy excrement churned his stomach, threatening to dislodge the chopped salad he’d had for lunch tha...

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Libra Jones and the Entry Level Job

Weekly Contest #217

Libra Jones copied the list of times from email and pasted them into another. She flicked back and forth between the Outlook calendar, her inbox, and the Excel spreadsheet of product updates. Her eyes burned from staring at the small screen of the MacBook Air that her company provided to all assistants. She craned her neck to check the boss’s office to make sure Flannery was occupied with a call, then leaned back in her chair, pinched the air in front of her, and pulled a freshly, unlit Marlboro Light out of the ether and into her fingers. ...

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Poly

Weekly Contest #216

“So, uhhh, I like, ran into Casey the other day.” “Cool bro,” Alfie said, eyes glued to the screen as his fingers moved expertly across the controller. “Have you met his friend Brandon?” “Nope.” Derek sunk into the couch, playing with one of the fiber threads, twisting it around the end of his index finger until the skin turned purple. Then letting it release and watching the color flood back into his fingertip. “They’re cool. They’re cool. They’re…” “They’re what?” “Ah, it’s stupid, never mind.” “You can tell me.” “I don’...

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I Almost Shit Talked My Best Friend (But I Didn’t Do It)

Weekly Contest #215

My listless scrolling through Instagram is arrested by your smile. You look so happy, so carefree. Drinking at some event I wasn’t invited to. Lips parted in a laugh, as if a spectator just so happened to snap a photo of you listening to a joke, and it’s simply a coincidence that your guffaws are always photogenic. I gasp. Oh my God. It can’t be. It must be.I zoom in. I pull the image apart, distorting your face, desperate for a closer look at your lips. Internally, I am shrieking in glee as the ugly sensation of catty schadenfreude bubbles ...

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Endless Summer

Weekly Contest #214

         “Don’t you see it?”               “See what?”               “Right there. The sun. It was setting. And now it’s rising.”               “It’s morning, already?”               Violet sighed impatiently, exasperated...

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Role of a Lifetime

Weekly Contest #213

        “This is a hard one,” Robert said as he peered closely at the polaroid. “Those tits are perfect, but her pout is so lifelike.”               His boss Kendra, the casting director, sat back and watched him closely, amused but betraying no hints.               “She’s real. I mean look at that pose. What doll could…” but Robert trailed off, suddenly doubting ...

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