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Submitted to Contest #338
Day One: I never wanted to work at Dogs Arf Us. In fact, before my first shift, I’d never even seen a dog up close. But the rent was due, and the only place hiring was this sketchy-looking pet store where all the employees wore shirts that read, “We Don’t Sell Dogs, We Are Dogs.” I figured it was a joke. It wasn’t a joke. My manager, Todd, had the enthusiasm of a golden retriever on espresso. “You’ll love it here, Craig!” he barked—literally barked—as he handed me my employee badge. “Welcome to the pack!” I was starti...
Submitted to Contest #316
Everyone thinks I’m bulletproof. They shout my name when I fly overhead, “Hero!” as if I’m the embodiment of hope itself. Kids wear my logo on their backpacks. News anchors lean into the camera and tell citizens to stay calm because I’m on the way. Strangers send me cakes shaped like my mask. My face is on mugs, socks, and limited-edition deodorant sticks. None of them know I cry in the shower. I’m not exaggerating. Every morning, without fail, I stand under scalding water, cape dangling on the hook, and I cry for exactly six...
Submitted to Contest #315
The storm had been building for hours. Piotr could feel it in the way the air pressed against his skin—thick, heavy, and charged as if the whole sky was about to split open. The harbor behind them was no longer a place but a smear of yellow lights blurred by the curtain of rain. Waves rose and fell like moving walls of black glass, and every few seconds the boat would drop into a hollow so deep his stomach lurched. The timbers groaned under the strain.It was just before dawn. The fourth watch. The hour when the night was deepest, when the co...
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