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Weekly Contest #348
I don’t cry at my grandfather’s funeral.Everyone else does. Even Mother and Father, who insist we always control our emotions. All of their rich friends shed tears while they tell us how wonderful Grandfather was.We already know this, of course, but they say it anyway. Then they look at the cast on my hand and say what a brave little boy I must be.Please. Tell me something I don’t know.Perhaps I should cry. I used to conduct science experiments with Grandfather. I used to sit on his lap while he told me stories about the curses, the wraith-l...
I remember the day Maria’s heartbeat drummed against my ear as we huddled together in our prison. Our frail bodies shivered in the thin clothes the bad men gave us. We clung together for warmth and comfort in the basement that reeked of sweat and fear.Dozens of other thirteen-year-old girls shared the space with us. Two per cot. A bedspring jabbed me in the back, similar to the bed Maria and I shared in the orphanage before we were sent here.One of the bad men stood guard at the door. He was so big that the snake tattoo on his head almost bi...
Weekly Contest #347
The first person I killed often visits my nightmares, but it’s the second who haunts me while I’m awake. His bruised face appears in the foggy alleys I pass. His voice whispers in the breeze that tickles my ears. Reminding me that I haven’t earned forgiveness.That I am not enough.“I’ll always know what you really are, Akira,” he whispers. “You can’t hide behind that mask.”I sigh and let my gaze drift from the skyscrapers glowing with neon signs to the black sky above. Maybe my mentor would know why I have visions of David. Maybe it’s a side ...
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