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Submitted to Contest #66
It didn't immediately register to me that I was looking at blood. For a second, at first glance, it looked beautiful. The way the red contrasts against the white linoleum had a simple beauty to it. But slowly, my mind came to a realization. That beauty was the essence of life. Seeing Jackson laid out with a meter-wide red polka dot under him was not beautiful at all. Instead, it was hysterical. Not hysterical as in funny, but hysterical as in I don't know how to control my reaction. I remember looking over at Suzy, who just stared back at me...
Submitted to Contest #52
Over two weeks into the virus outbreak, 15 days to be exact, and we are finally running out of food. I am trapped in my apartment with my husband, somehow living off of ramen noodles and bottled water. The water shut off last week and we suspect the electricity is soon to follow. "Honey, we need to leave. Soon. Who knows how long this virus will last, and ramen noodle cups cannot be the only thing we eat," Daniel says. "But... But Tyler's still outside," I reply, looking at the front door. Around a week into this terrible o...
Submitted to Contest #34
It's Sunday, and I hate my wife. It's an odd thing to say since I proposed and married her, but I hate her with every bone in my body. We're playing Scrabble for Sunday Night Game Night, which she thinks will improve our relationship, but it only makes me hate her more. She always wins. Every single time we play Scrabble, or Scatergories or anything else with words, she wins. She just sits there, sipping her tea and making words. She's an author for god's sake. Of course, she would be able to make words from the letters KSRQATT. Nonethe...
Submitted to Contest #31
Finally, Friday had come and gone. The weekend was here. Even though Jonathan had to stay in the office till 9:30 at night, he was thrilled to go home. The moon was gleaming in the jet black sky. As Jonathan was walking around the quiet block to get to his house, he saw a trail of something brown or maybe even red on the floor. Upon further inspection due to his inquiring nature, Jon determined that the trail was a path of blood. He followed the dark red path that ran across the grey concrete sidewalk, allowing it to lead him into a dar...
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