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Submitted to Contest #319
Sarah Carter is Dead. I almost don’t believe it. She had spent the better half of this week lounging on my couch, raiding my fridge and tainting my netflix algorithm. The later half she spent in several pieces, scattered around the woods. It’s not my fault. She showed up at my door at one in the morning with a pillow under her arm. When she asked to crash at my place, I assumed she’d only be staying a few days. Her boyfriend can be an asshole, so I didn't think twice about her just needing to get away. My house was a fixer-upper sanctuary....
Submitted to Contest #276
In an effort to press herself flat against the wall, she ran her funny bone into the corner of an antique brass picture frame. The pain shot through her arm; an uncomfortable tingle bloomed in her hand. She huffed a silent profanity but maintained a smile to the onlookers who cast glances at her over their shoulder. This was so far from her scene, if she could have it her way she’d be back at home – three twisted teas deep – sprawled out on her carpet floor. But Lydia had insisted, begged even, that she come with her tonight. She said she ne...
Don’t tell anyone. Like it was that easy. I still feel his lips – I still taste iron. Kids at school used to call me Syd the Snitch because in the third-grade I told on a semi-popular girl, Lauren Fraiser. She was copying off her neighbors spelling test, and I guess I felt it was unfair for her to succeed off of someone else who worked hard. It was innocent enough of a nickname, in a childish sort of way; Tattle-tale, Blabber mouth and Syd the Snitch were all tame in retrospect. It didn't stay innocent once we hit middle school, when we lea...
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