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Submitted to Contest #316
***Trigger Warning: Death and gore. Death has many names—to me, he’s a pain in the ass.It was my last night shift of the week. Nights were good, preferred, even, in my line of work. It was quiet, sure to be no lingering eyes, cries of miracles, or praises for being a hero. Because I was no hero—far from it. The only noise was a humming in my ear, a whisper of inevitability. Of death.The next person in our ambulance was going to die.“Equipment check complete. Think it’s going to be a slow night?” Grace said, poking her head through the gap fr...
Submitted to Contest #307
“All students must complete the final test to move forward, Maria,” Principal Eli said, shaking her head in disappointment. I was always in awe of how well she mimicked our behavior. “You have caused quite some trouble in such a short amount of time. Thankfully the other students haven’t been…influenced by your disobedience.” She sat unnaturally still behind her desk as if waiting for my next outburst. But after one long year at this school— if you could even call it that—I learned the hard way to pretend.“I still have a few days, right?”“Mo...
Submitted to Contest #303
Warning: content includes sexual misconduct, violence, and gore.I lost my soul today.It was a gloomy morning. The clouds lingered low, obscuring the tall concrete building ahead. Stale air blasted from the AC above the office front door. My boots tracked dirt across the pristine floor, squishing with every step in an obnoxious squeal. I replaced them with uncomfortable pink high heels, stuffing the boots into the supply closet.No one else was in yet, which wasn’t unusual. Inadvertently I had become the designated employee to open and close t...
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