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Emma Parker

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How to Bury Tommy Perez (a tutorial by Sailor Wizel)

Weekly Contest #352

TW: A little bit of gore and mentions of blood It was incredibly dark out the morning Sailor buried the boy.A certain panic can rise through your body when something like this happens, but Sailor was surprisingly cool for someone who had just killed someone. It might’ve had to do with the anger management classes she had been in. Every time she dug the shovel into the dewy grass, she took a deep breath and breathed out slow and controlled, just as Ms. Pierce had instructed her. In short, no panic or urgency was inflicted on Sailor and she go...

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Let's Be Rat-Tional

Weekly Contest #343

TW: Animal experimentation and a group of people being overthrown (literally and figuratively) “There’s too much sand in here.” Rosemary looked over at Eva, who was looking up at the people looking down. Eva had her hands on her hips and looked every bit as headstrong as she was. The people above her looked down, not a single one of them understanding a word she said.Rosemary rolled her eyes, sitting where she was and digging through some of the sand. Why they had chosen sand, Rosemary didn’t know, but she did know that this had got to be on...

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Trout's Big End-Of-The-World Adventure

TW: Mentions of violence, abandonment, death, and mental illness. Isn’t the sky pretty tonight? The stars are so shiny. They kinda remind me of my mama’s eyes, y’know? They are this like dark blue color, but have little white specks in ‘em. Just like the sky. And, her hair, it's dark brown, almost black. It kinda looks like those trees over there, the willows? All hangin’ down and movin’ in the wind. Yup, she is real purty. Has that car-mel skin. I see why pa married her. But, my pa isn’t too purty. He looks like an old leather bag, but not ...

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All This Anger Was Once Love

TW: mentions of child loss The story starts with rain. A crack of thunder, telling all the world of the misfortunes held by a singular human. Of course, no one knew who the person was, just that something had happened.;Another story starts with sunshine. An echo of happy days gone by. A woman. A man. A life. A life lived without sorrow.;The tire marks are gone from the street. Water, rain water, has filled them in, as if they were never there. She watches where they were, now only a ghostly reminder. She will continue to stare at them for 30...

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Veggie Vampire

TW: Comedy gore and violence, not meant to be taken seriously. Mentions of addictions, and cheating.It was days like today that made people regret their career choices.Well, specifically the people who worked at Carrie’s Cool Carrots Corporation, or, as the workers call it, Quad-C.Anyway, it was on a normal day when a lady walked in. She looked strange; she was shaking, her hair was a mess. Five different security guards tried to restrain her and take her outside, on account of her basically walking into a dangerous factory.Now, don’t ask me...

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Cats and Caffeine

“Welcome to Hariette’s Home-Style Hamburgers! What can I get for ya?”The thin waitress, too peppy for 9 in the morning, looked at Sandy with wide, blue eyes. She held her notepad in her hands, shaking it along with her body. Caffeine overdose, Sandy duly noted. He put on his best smile.“Just a coffee for now, miss.”“O’ course, right away, sir,” she said, scribbling coffee on her notepad, before scampering off.Sandy sat back in his chair, looking around the diner. It was a small establishment, with four booths along the windows and 3 table-fo...

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Don't Pet the Test Subjects!

“Don’t pet the test subjects!” Ms. Vrabec instructed the class this very sentence, slowly looking each child in the eye. She had a singular eye, full black and round. In the olden days, parents might’ve said that she couldn't teach 1st graders science because of her scary eye, but obviously it wasn’t the case now. She was proud to be going on her fifth year of working at Nzenza Elementary.Ms. Vrabec looked right into Iridian Cornett’s eye, and then she moved on. “Line up,” she clapped, signaling toward the door. Slowly, the class stood and w...

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The Sleepover

Note: This story contains mentions of mental health disorders (such as DID and insomnia) , death, gore, and a very mild fight scene Amira awoke with a jolt, darkness swarming her eyes. For a second, she forgot where she was. But, she eventually recognized the feeling of her cold sleeping bag against her legs and the sound of someone snoring not far to her left. She slowly pushed herself up, looking around the room. She couldn’t see much, just the shadows pressing against her eyes. Sadie must’ve turned out the lamp earlier, probably to help w...

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A Message from Above

What was it Fairuza said? “It sure is windy at the top of it all. One hard blow, and you go topplin’ down.” When did she say that? Wasn’t it after Kadmos’s business crumbled? Wasn’t it after she was moved up, into his position? A word of warning, she called it. Well, I gotta say, Ginevra, after all that’s happened, I think it’s true. Even on the days when you don’t sneak into my dreams, a pale, white ghost in the corner, I know that I made a mistake. Yes, it’s windy. It’s windy as h. And, I sit on a chair, on a ladder. The people below me, a...

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Blue Tulips

The countdown started quietly, but got louder as the minutes ticked by. Ajla looked across the room, peering at the heads of her many classmates. Even from far away, she could see Tullia’s black hair with the single blue stripe fluttering in her face. It looked like a glittery waterfall, cascading down her scalp. Ajla made herself look away, back at the white sheet of paper in front of her. The black type reminded her of Tullia’s hair. Her mind fluttered back, but she stopped and blinked fast. Slowly, she picked up her pen and began answerin...

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Friends

Warning: Extreme violence, blood, and child death. Read with caution The house is cold. As usual.Footsteps tip-toe down the stairs, and a small ‘ow’ echoes as her toes touch the tiled floor.I watch from the shadows. Darkness blankets my pale skin like a cloak, or like a dark snow. My eyes watch. They always watch. Pink tinted and rosy, like the little girl’s cheeks.She reaches up, taking a glass from the cupboard. The fridge is opened, a glass bottle of milk is grabbed, and the lid is plunked open. A lugging kind of sound echoes through the ...

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Writer's Block

Brief mentions of familial abuse, cancer, law breaking, and making fun of mother-in-laws. “Mira, write me a recipe for a vegetarian casserole, but hold the cucumbers.”“Of course, vegetarian casseroles are a perfect way to get nutrients in an easy and healthy way, not to mention it’s delicious! And whether it be a personal dislike or an allergy, cucumbers do not need to be included by any means. Here is a perfect recipe to hit your taste buds with dietary fiber!”I type up, clicking letters and lightning speed and spitting out a recipe, good o...

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Cigarettes

*Warning: mentions of cigarette addiction, homelessness, alcohol, and death by cancer.* I could see her from my window. Taking a puff of smoke, sighing as her arm came to rest at her hips. The cigarette was burning, but not too brightly. I could tell she was wishing for a way to get better cigarettes, not the crappy ones from Mo. She dropped the cigarette onto the ground and crushed it with her sneaker, before walking off. I followed her down the street. At the corner of Waller and Pike, she stopped in front of the alley. She walked along t...

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Morning Coffee

January 16th, 2024 Jeanette walked into the house, setting her bag down on a chair. Jeanette combed her fingers through her hair and walked toward the bedroom. Inside, Tony was sleeping. Jeanette walked toward him, sitting on the bed next to him. “Tony? Tony, wake up! Work starts in an hour.” She looked out the window, watching the sun rise. “Why,” Tony mumbled, turning over. Jeanette giggled and replied, “Work, Tony. Remember? Come on, you have a meeting!” Tony groaned and rolled onto his back, looking up sleepily at Jeanette. He had a smil...

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Ode to All Things Rain

Mentions of death, crashes, and divorce.It felt like forever till I came back. Months, years, forevers, but I finally realized it had been days.Oh, and the joy I felt, realizing I was back and you hadn’t changed a bit.I can see you. Green eyes, brown hair. They seem to match the surroundings, as if you are trying to blend in. Black tank top, jean shorts. Bracelet, necklace, hair up in a ponytail. This isn't what you usually wear. You must've just come from school.In fact, you might actually be trying to blend in. Last time I was here, I coul...

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