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Eve Y

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My Dead Fiancé

Weekly Contest #241

Restraining the tremble in my hand, I pressed the barrel of the gun against his temple. A vein in his forehead popped, and his jaw tensed like it always did when he was uncomfortable.  Good. I hope you’re fucking uncomfortable.  Holding my breath, I cocked the gun and tightened my grip around the stock—the cold metal smooth against my skin.  I wanted him to talk—to beg for mercy, for forgiveness—to tell me that he was sorry, that he was wrong. But no amount of willing through my gaze could pry his lips open. We both knew it. T...

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The Innocent Pedophile

CW: murderI open the door cautiously to the little girl as she slips into the passenger's seat beside me. As subtle as I can manage, I glimpse at her from the corner of my eye, endeavoring not to make it awkward given that I was a middle aged man of forty, and she couldn’t have been older than fourteen. The last thing I wanted right now was to be reported as a pedophile. Both my grandfather and father had fallen down that rabbit hole, and I was determined to end that legacy with me. And you’d think that if I was trying to avoid ped...

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The Hole She Left in My Heart

Almost silently, I made my way up the stairs, so quietly, that you could probably hear a pin drop - even with the noise I was making with my feet.  I’d just put Michael's baby - wait, no - our baby, to sleep. She had been the cutest little angel when I had rocked her in my arms, eyes shut, her expression peaceful and soft. I wish she was always that calm, but I think that’s probably too much to ask from a baby.  When I make it to the second story, I take a left towards Lilabeth’s room and knock softly on her door.  “Lila...

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I am Perfect

Weekly Contest #107

Aria was perfect, at least that’s what her mother said. She didn’t feel perfect though. In fact most of the time she probably felt the opposite of that. However, her mother said she was, and her mother was always right. At some point or another, Aria simply submitted to the fact that it was true. She was perfect and that was final. ***Aria finished up the last touches of her makeup in front of her irregularly large bathroom mirror that her mother had especially installed for her. “I always want you to put 110 percent of your effort...

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It's the Little Things in Life that Make us Happy

Weekly Contest #106

Pamela awoke to the bright light-hearted chirping of the charcoal black robins that perched by her window every morning. She sucked in a deep breath of clean spring air, and quietly - before stepping out of bed - she thanked mother nature for bringing life and color to the world, for bringing air, water, and food to the people who lived. She even thanked the animals and plants who sacrificed themselves to support the needs of the people; She apologized for taking their lives to support her own, but - she thought - there was no othe...

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I Hate Myself

Weekly Contest #105

August 23, 2020 I hate him. I hate him right now more than I’ve hated anything in my life. I hate him to the core. Today, like every single day in my life, I fought with Nathan, who, by the way, is an absolute asshole. He came home at 8:00 PM, late as usual, missing dinner, as usual. To be honest, by now, I’m used to this crap that he pulls, but today was different, today was Mikey’s birthday, and he came home late. I lost it. I completely flipped out at him, screamed, yelled, and cried, asking him why he was never home for di...

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Durian Fruit : The Inside and Out

Weekly Contest #104

Layla and Laine were best friends. They had been best friends the moment they came into the world. They were placed side by side in the nursery unit. They were born on the same day, the same hour, and of course, the same hospital. Their mothers had shared a hospital room and became friends during their stay, which naturally  resulted in countless sentimental promises of raising their children together, mother to mother.  In fact, upon discharging from the hospital, the two new happy mothers discovered that they  lived in the...

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Mechtat (Dream) Building

Weekly Contest #103

When you’re a kid, being “creative”, “imaginative”, and “full of crazy” ideas gets you places. People may compliment you for coming up with the strangest things or proposing the most arbitrary plans. You could create a paper rocket, throw it into the air, and your parents would tell you that, one day, you’d make a real one and shoot it to the moon.  Unfortunately, at the end of the day, an idea, no matter how “imaginative”, is only an idea, and a paper rocket, well, it’s just a paper rocket, nothing more.  And I guess I had to ...

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A Promise is a Promise

Weekly Contest #102

  “Cut the crap George, and stop making excuses for yourself. You leave first thing in the morning for work. You make it back for dinner maybe once every week, and even then, your eyes are glued to your computer the entire meal. On the weekends I’m the one that takes our daughter to her after school classes. Dance, art, piano. Have you been to ANY of her recitals?”   I take a moment to catch my breath after finishing my rant.    George shakes his head, “I’m not making excuses Alice. Someone has to put a roof under our hea...

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Like Mother Like Daughter

Weekly Contest #101

I stagger over to Lexi’s bedroom, nearly tripping over my feet in the process.  “Lexi!” I yell, “Wake up, honey. You’re going to be late for school.”  Opening the bedroom door, I find my daughter standing motionless in front of the full body mirror installed in the wall, a frown plastered firmly on her face. She’s wearing a peachy pink summer dress that we’d bought for her last week on our trip to the mall. Her curly ivory black hair is in a series of intricate tangles atop her head. Haircut. I make a mental note.  As I ...

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Uneaten Pie

Weekly Contest #100

I feel tears flood down my cheeks, blurring my vision as I set the fresh homemade banana Cream Pie next to my little sister.  She loves the pie, and I know it, but I just wish she would tell me herself. I wish she would take a bite of the warm cooked pastry and grin at me wide like she used to, but she didn’t. She wouldn’t. Not anymore. *** One day ago “Emma!” I hear Lily cry from across the room. I look up from my phone and glance over in her direction. She’s made her way to the front door, slipping on her bright yellow running...

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Valentine's Day, Sort of

Weekly Contest #99

“RINGGG!! RINGGG!!”  I woke to the ballistic sounds of my alarm, rolling over in bed to smack the OFF button.  “Macy!” my roommate yelled at me from across our compact dorm room, “How many times have I told you to get rid of that thing!”  “If it wasn’t for that alarm Jenny,  we’d have been expelled from campus a long time ago, and you know it.” I retorted as I sluggishly dragged myself out of bed. Jenny followed in suit. “Yeah, yeah, I know.” she said, folding her sheets neatly on her bed.  “And yet you always fo...

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Unlucky, or Not

Weekly Contest #98

“God damn it.” I curse under my breath as I storm out of the office building. Fired. Again. I think to myself. I’d taken up six different jobs this past month, all of which lasted no longer than a week before each employer decided to call it a day and run a red line through my name, fired.  I flounce through the parking lot, making my way to the bright red mini cooper that my mom had bought me last year for my birthday in hopes that it would bring me “luck” and “good fortune”. As I pull open the car door to the driver's seat, I not...

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Sometimes, It's Better Not to Jump

Weekly Contest #97

Content Warning : Suicide  My hands shook incessantly as I grabbed the edge of the wide window sill. This was it. This was where it would end. All the pain. All the suffering. All of it.  My heart pounded against my chest causing a rush of adrenaline to travel through my body. I stepped onto the window ledge, placing one foot, then another, onto the platform. As I did this, the cool autumn air brushed through my hair, bidding me a final farewell.  From outside my apartment room, I heard a loud clambering of footsteps. In the ...

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Taking the Stairs

Weekly Contest #97

Content warning: suicidal thoughts, eating disorder I dragged myself out of bed, my entire body sore and haggard of the torture I had put it through the day before.  I glanced at the digital clock which sat on my nightstand, the bright green lights displaying the time which flashed in my eyes. 3:30 AM it read. "Huh." I said. "Five minutes earlier than yesterday." Five extra minutes of torture to live through. A voice in my head clarified as I stared out the large window, watching the raindrops splash incessantly on the glass. Regardless...

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