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Weekly Contest #202
TW: Guns, PTSD. Revenge is not the only thing on Ida’s mind when she walks in. The grip on her gun is painfully calm, and somewhere in the back of her mind she registers this as problematic. But she needs this. She has to do it. She has no choice. It had been haunting her for months. “Oh, hey Ida.” Too casual. Her breath leaves her, grip tightening on the gun in her pocket. There are shouts going off in her brain, memories on constant replay. You did this to me You did this You did this You did You did this To me You- A gasp of pain erupts ...
Weekly Contest #191
Hey! This story contains mentions of panic attacks, depression, and death. If those are sensitive topics for you, I'd recommend skipping this one. Katherine is being stared at. They are subtle enough, but not quite so that she can’t tell. She takes a sip from her red solo cup- it’s just water, but she hadn’t wanted to draw attention to herself. Yet she’d still managed. Not for her choice of drink, but for something she hadn’t anticipated. She was smiling. Katherine Langhart was smiling. She didn’t remember the last time she’d done that, an...
Weekly Contest #188
“So, what’s the catch?” Jordan asked, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he picked at his nails. The girl stared at him, eyebrow raised. “Catch?” She questioned, looking him in the eye. God, her stare made him squirm. It felt like she was turning his brain inside out and picking it apart. “Yeah. A catch. There’s always a catch.” He insisted, grimacing at the smirk spreading across the girl’s face. “Always? Don’t tell me the president’s son has done this enough times for there to be an always.” The look of pure glee on her face was one ...
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