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Submitted to Contest #97
It was the end of the world and Jamie had long hair. They always hated having long hair but the nuclear apocalypse made it difficult to acquire the necessary hair products to maintain a voluminous and decent-looking mohawk. So, Jamie grew their hair out because they looked at least ok with shoulder-length hair, but the lack of hair washing opportunities did tend to give them a greasy winter soldier vibe. Jamie and Laura had been lucky. Just before the bombs dropped they had been administered the green shot. Jamie’s mother had been CIA...
Submitted to Contest #95
One year and four days. A whole fucking year and four goddamn days. James had been in Europe for one whole, miserable year and four even more miserable, shitty days. He was unimaginably tired. His bones were tired. His bones had been tired since the very first godforsaken step he had taken off of that insufferable boat. James just wanted to go home. He just wanted some decent coffee. He just wanted to stop getting shot at by fascists. He just wanted a pair of boots that didn’t cover his feet in blisters. Was that too much to ask? The 94th i...
Submitted to Contest #94
Natalia watched the blood drip from her fingertips with vague disinterest. Drop. Drop...Drop. Drop. It’s good that he is dead, because he was guilty. Guilty people deserve to die. She was sprawled across the dead man’s armchair. Posture unbothered, legs lazily uncrossed. His blood smeared across the armrests by her callused hands. She traces the patterns carved into wood with her fingernails. A pleased smile drifted across her features, sharp teeth and red lips parting dark skin. Natalia gazed across the room, admiring her handiwork, one o...
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