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Weekly Contest #362
“Your scheduled date just came in,” said Lisa Rawlings in a quiet voice. Rylee Abbott sat at her small, wall-mounted table, trying not to look as if she’d just been sucker-punched. For two decades, every time a guard approached her cell, she was terrified they would speak those words. Another ten years passed, and somewhere in the daily routine of death row life, she’d forgotten there was an end date. Now, after more than forty years behind bars, it was hard to grasp that the day had finally arrived. Rylee opened her mouth to make a joke t...
Weekly Contest #272
Deranged killer Michael Meyers couldn’t look like a wimp. When Ricky turned on his pocket-sized flashlight, he hoped no one knew it was him under the mask. He couldn’t believe he let Rachel talk him into meeting at the cemetery. They’d decided a month earlier, when they both became teenagers, this would be their last time trick-or-treating. Rachel insisted it be a memorable occasion.It was already memorable for Ricky. He didn’t like being alone in the dark, and the broken streetlight in front of the graveyard made it spookier than it should ...
Weekly Contest #260
"Richard, as we established in your first session, they’re yours. The information you share stays in this room. We are now in your third visit, and it’s mimicking the first two. You haven't said a word for twenty-five minutes. If you aren't going to utilize the time—" "Well, Stanley," Richard interrupted. He uncrossed his legs, leaned forward on the small sofa, and continued. "As you just pointed out, it's my time. You're still getting paid, so what the hell do you care?" Not even trying to hide his smugness, he leaned back, and casua...
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