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Submitted to Contest #329
Trigger warnings: mental health and gore Kevin jerked awake, his heart pounding, he hadn't had that nightmare in years, the one where he mutilated his father. He turned his head and glanced at the glowing numbers on the alarm clock; 5:15 a.m., forty-five minutes before his radio would alert him that it was time to get up. He flopped onto his back and stared up at the ceiling fan. Now that he was awake, he felt the urge to use the toilet. Casting aside the bedding, he swung his legs off the edge of the mattress and switched off the a...
Submitted to Contest #326
Trigger warnings: mental health and physical violence Clint was twelve years old when he was first punched in the face. The burning, throbbing sensations he felt in his cheek were definitely unexpected. The force caused him to stumble backward, and he fell on his bum. He has seen fist fights on television, the “punch-er” would take the initial shot and the “punch-ee” would appear to be infuriated, prompting him or her to retaliate. But the pain Clint felt was physical and he was reluctant to fight back and risk another blow. He also felt a b...
Submitted to Contest #325
The man standing at the end of the bar is making me uncomfortable; he has a smart-ass comment to say about nearly everyone who passes through the hotel lobby. If he's not making innovative remarks, he's demonstrating imaginative gestures, a professional roast master, never a day off. A gust of wind brushes my bare arm prickling it with goosebumps and I turn my head to see a young couple entering through the automatic doors. Their laced fingers unlock: the man, handsome but disheveled, approaching the coffee counter while the woman s...
Submitted to Contest #305
Mary Anne lay in a corpse pose, her eyeballs flitting beneath her closed lids. She moaned, biting down on some spongy wads that crowded her mouth. A cold, bitter, liquid gushed forth and pooled in her throat. She swallowed and gagged, trying desperately to constrict her gullet and prevent the vile cocktail from resurfacing. Her eyes flew open, and she jolted upright, emitting a belch that left a metallic aftertaste. She spat out four, sopping-wet globs into the palm of her hand. Total darkness enveloped her. After throwing aside the saturate...
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