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Submitted to Contest #290
This story contains depictions of physically and emotionally traumatic events, as well as suicide ideation.———Paul Baker was drafted into the Army at 19, and turned 21 in the Vietnam jungle. His birthday present to himself was a six-pack of Miller he stole from underneath his lieutenant's cot. Neither was permitted to have booze in their hooch, but everyone knew the brigade commander tended to look the other way when it came to rules he too despised. Paul was caught red-handed as young, careless privates often are. His informal punishment? R...
Submitted to Contest #252
Content warning: Some adult language“So sorry for your loss, dear.”Rude much? I’m in the middle of something. Do I know you? Oh. Cathy Talbert. Mom and dad’s neighbor. Honey, that black dress isn’t as slimming as you think it is. Aren’t you like, in your 60s? Dress your age. And size. Don't you know this room is for family? There’s even a sign. Like, why are you in here?“What’s that?” I say. So annoying.“So sorry dear. You must be inconsolable”Oh no. A hand. She’s going to touch me. How do I get her to go away? “Thanks for coming, Cathy. I’m...
Submitted to Contest #250
Content warning: This story contains depictions of substance abuse and domestic violence.—————-Max’s eyes shoot open. His room is dark, except for a light from outside that is flashing against the Star Wars wallpaper of his bedroom wall. On, off. On, off. On, off. The Millennium Falcon appears, then disappears with every flash. A horn sounds at a rhythmic pace. Beep, beep, beep, beep.He rolls over and peeks out the top pane of his first-story bedroom window. Outside, illuminated by the lights of a rusty, crew-cab Ford pickup, is Max’s dad, D...
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