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Weekly Contest #345
Two red solo cups in hand, I saw them. He was kissing Daphne. My girl. I just stepped away for a moment and she was already making out with that asshole, Richard. Richard was a football player and looked like one. Tall, dark, and impossibly handsome. I pushed my way through the crowd toward them. Mocking glares and wry smiles surrounded me like demons. “What the fuck Daphne?” They stopped making out for a moment. Daphne looked away in second hand embarrassment. Richard stared down at me with a sardonic smile. “Get the fuck outta here, nerd.”...
Weekly Contest #343
This story contains violence, abuse, and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised. “I’ll take some questions. Let’s go. You in the blue.” “Yes, thank you, Mr. President–sir. Now that Canada is the 51st state, what will you do with all the Canadians you’ve placed in camps?” “Excuse me, who are you with?” “The Associated Press.” “Oh, fake news, fake news. You people are sick. You’re a disgrace, you know that? You should be fired. And I mean out of a cannon. Next question.” A cacophony of voices erupted, each trying to shout their question o...
Weekly Contest #341
This story contains mature themes, including mature language, self-harm, physical violence, and mental health concerns. Reader discretion is advised. There she was. Fat as hell. Good. I was really hoping she’d notice my new hot body. How could she not? I’d lost 150 pounds in the last eight months. The sun was out so the guns were out. I took an earbud out and shouted, “Hey fatty!” as I ran by her. My white tank top fluttering in the breeze. The diet had been working. Good god I looked stunning. Looking up from her book I could see there wer...
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