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Submitted to Contest #325
It wasn’t the first time Mara had killed, but it was the first time she felt pleasure— and hated herself for it.For so long, the kills had been empty ritual: the body moving without the soul, numbness seeping through every crevice of her conscience. Then, for one terrible heartbeat, she was alive again. But the thrill didn’t feel like hers. It moved through her like borrowed fire—sweet as sin, hollow as worship.Warm blood clung to her skin like memory. Each hunt was an echo, every stain a tally etched deeper into her soul. The air thrummed w...
Submitted to Contest #287
The covered porch, shielding me from the pouring rain, was the only thing standing between me and completely losing it. I hadn’t meant to end up here. I don’t even know how I ended up here. I’d meant to walk straight into the street, into the blinding headlights, into the chaos that would finally make everything stop. But at the last second, my feet had betrayed me, dragging me toward the shelter of a stranger's porch instead. Coward. I stared at the rain splashing against the slick asphalt, vanishing as quickly as it landed. Cars blurred by...
Submitted to Contest #275
Time is taking its toll. The clock finally strikes eleven as Peter walks through the door shaking his soaked umbrella. Making his way past the parlor, he throws the umbrella against the wall but leaves the lights untouched. He casts his hat on the couch opposite him and drops his drenched coat on the floor. Peter begins skimming through his mail piled high on his desk. Reluctantly, he turns on a lamp beside him and rests in the confines of a nearby chair, humming a tune that quickly upsets him. Impatiently, Peter begins throwing each l...
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