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Weekly Contest #366
Rosalia Vista thought herself unworthy of her given name, after everything. Once she graduated from the Academy, she’d allow them to announce her full name. Her namesake is the reason she decided to pursue a career in law enforcement. Police may have failed her as a child, but she could find justice as an adult. She was close to having the five thousand in Academy tuition, as close as she’d ever been. Only four hundred more, and she could transfer the funds tonight. She could imagine the confirmation email subject: Congratulation...
Weekly Contest #280
Trigger warning: There is a mention of child loss in this story. Some bougie place in Seven Springs, Lucy tells her friend. A forceful poke illuminates the elevator button. These people aren’t real, you wouldn’t believe it. Her friend leans against the wall, street clothes crumpled. Hours ago, blood saturated her scrubs. Yeah? After tonight, I can believe anything. For Lucy, tonight’s memories were being boxed up and compartmentalized each floor they descended. The primal screams, the coppery wet penny scent, the deafening silence from mom ...
Weekly Contest #277
Rosie’s grandma was razor-sharp.She possessed more knowledge than any grown-up Rosie knew, including her science teacher.Rosie waited in vain for Grandma to miss a Jeopardy question, always stirring sauce or peeling potatoes over the sink while she murmured the answers to herself.Grandma spoke to Rosie in English, but she’d hear her mumble to herself in Greek, yell at the newscasters in Italian, and whisper Mandarin while she watered her plants. Her words folded and flowed like she once lived in the countries themselves.Grandma could explain...
Weekly Contest #188
“So, what’s the catch?” “Ain’t no catch. You pay cash now, or...” The Collector glanced at my chest, half hid beneath the table. “… you pay with your, uh, you know.” I pulled fresh bristles of a growing beard under my palm. “What kind of organs are we talking?” ...
Weekly Contest #187
Macy considered Duke might be leaving her, like everyone else, when the lanky Great Dane tore after a sleek grey cat into the woods. She considered turning around. She could sulk back to her dilapidated cabin, save herself the effort and inevitability. But Duke was all she had left, and that dog needed her. She needed him. Quietly cursing, she zipped her tattered raincoat and trudged off the deserted road into the woods.Soggy dead leaves crunched beneath her worn sneakers; the damp rot soaked into her socks. Macy should have felt nervous abo...
Weekly Contest #169
Kya won the school pumpkin carving contest the last three years in a row, but that was before Gemma. Next to her freshly gutted pumpkin, Kya lined her tools in descending order of utility. The fine tip markers she would use to free hand the design were first, followed by her stainless steel professional-grade carving kit. Each blade tucked neatly into its designated location.Kya straightened her back, took a deep breath, and reached for her marker to begin her design. At the same time, Gemma seated herself across the kitchen table, crossing ...
Weekly Contest #167
Rose flattened his face with the backside of her new cast iron skillet. Crimson droplets splattered across the glass doors of the soda cooler flanking the conveyor belt. With a thud, his limp body fell face first to the ground. Pooled blood around his head contrasted against the off-white linoleum. She could hear her infant son wailing from the shopping cart and her daughter crying out her name. In complete stillness, Rose flit her eyes from the motionless body, to her kids, to the panicked people in line around her. Releasing her grip, the ...
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