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Submitted to Contest #337
CW: Body horror. My mother always encouraged me to shoot for the stars. Each cloudless night we gazed into the inky depths of space together, wondering what lay hidden beyond the infinite, twinkling specks. I dreamt of pioneering a rocket ship to places far beyond the reach of a telescope’s eye. I pictured myself as a celebrated captain, an inspirational hero who hungered for discovery and thirsted for adventure. I imagined planting a flag on planets across the galaxy, and spending the rest of my days purposefully lost in the endless echo of...
Submitted to Contest #326
Roy spewed beer from his mouth and nose as fits of laughter overtook him. You might think he was watching a sitcom, or perhaps a comedy special, or some other plausible program that could elicit such exuberant guffaws. But you would be wrong. You would probably never guess that he was witnessing a televised execution. And the funny part? The condemned man begging for his life. And Roy wasn’t alone. On the TV screen an arena packed with a hundred thousand people laughed with him. At the base of the jeering crowd was the Pit of Punish...
Submitted to Contest #322
I stare at the ornate letter “C” carved into the large oak door before me. A letter stamped with the same “C” unexpectedly arrived at my home a fortnight ago. To my disbelief – and great elation – Nathaniel Cutler, the greatest and most celebrated chef in history, had requested my presence at a private dinner hosted in his mansion!The door opens and reveals a man with slick, dark hair. He is wearing a black suit and waistcoat and looks at me through rounded spectacles.“Good evening, Mr. Dawson,” he says in a regal voice. “My name is Rejean a...
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