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Submitted to Contest #331
Kate I’ve loved Liam my entire life. Most of it, anyway. We met when I was seven and I was at my first slumber party. His little sister, Claire, and I were in the same grade and were best friends. We had begged our mothers for weeks to let us have a sleepover, and they had both finally conceded. Claire and I had spent the entire evening hulled up in her room making pony bead keychains and singing along to her Jonas Brothers cd at the tops of our lungs. When Claire’s mom called us down for dinner, Claire and I came bounding down the hall, gig...
Submitted to Contest #329
Trigger Warning: Gaslighting, Violence, Drugs, Threats Did you know that you can get scabies from clothes? That’s right. When you were in your late 20’s with your biological clock ticking, and your blind date so chivalrously put his coat around your shivering shoulders as you walked back to his car, you were inviting those disgusting little mites to their new homes. It wouldn’t take long for them to burrow their way under your skin and begin feasting on the fluid between your skin cells, laying eggs, and secreting their waste wherever it bes...
Submitted to Contest #328
Trigger Warning: Mental Health, Substance Abuse, Child Neglect I take a final drag from my cigarette, then carefully put it on the ground and squash out the cherry. After I pick it up and thoroughly check to make sure there are no embers left, I flick it into the street and look up at the door to the psychiatrist’s office. I’m still annoyed with my PCP, the only doctor I’ve ever had, for making me go here about my panic attacks. When I protested, citing his extended knowledge of my history, his somber response infuriated me, “Damon, it’s bec...
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