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[heavy, oak door. welcomes me inside. handsome but strange. Strange.] Hello! You don’t know me, but I know you. I know all of you, and I love all of you deeply. And it is exhausting. [where am I? this is — I don’t want to be here anymore. goodbye. oh, but I must go. goodbye. so sorry.] Please! Don’t go! Allow me to explain. Have a seat. I promise you won’t regret it. [if you insist. sure. sure. I’ll stay. uncertainty. is this a RED FLAG?] You can sit there, ah, yes. There. Mhm. Tea? No? Alright, your loss. I make wonderful tea. How abou...
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“You chicken?” Rue raised her cup and took a long sip of whatever chemical was lurking within. She was only seventeen, but she was disturbingly familiar with Budlights and ‘Whink Pitney,’ as her friends called it. Always had the tip of a long neck in her mouth. “Nah. I’m not chicken,” Rue swallowed. “But that dare is for kids. Give me something else. God.” Shea and Nina giggled while Brian scratched the back of his neck. The rest of the crew were nowhere to be seen. Alex had taken the other two boys — Rue couldn’t remember their names — i...
Weekly Contest #55
“Can you keep a secret?” The ceiling fan scoops a breathful of dust from the edge of the dresser and spins it into a small twirl of dirt that shimmers against the pale light filtering through the window. I stare at the yellowing glass and count the splotches of dust and dried water that have formed small ring-like colonies all over the glass, and I press my fingernails into my palm, avoiding Tova’s desperate gaze. A few moments pass, and I almost drown out the sound of her heavy breathing before she rips me from my dazed state with her groa...
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