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Weekly Contest #346
Been Here BeforeA Short Story I’ve been here before. I recognize the trees, the intricate border of twisting branches that frame the pale summer sky. It seems a strange thing to remember so vividly, but I am sure that I do. It is an unmistakable sense of deja vu. I am not sure how I got here, but I feel good. Renewed. My nude body rests comfortably against the earth. I feel protected by the knee-high prairie grass that surrounds me. There is not even the slightest inclination of fear, nor pain. My mind borders on a dream-like euphoria. My f...
Weekly Contest #252
The following is a work of fiction. The main character, Lizzie, is loosely inspired by each of the canonical five victims of the serial killer Jack the Ripper in London, 1888. Trigger warnings for stalking, murder, domestic violence, alcoholism, child loss. Whitechapel District, LondonOctober, 1888 My heart raced as I stumbled over the rain-slicked cobble stones in the East London alley, my alcohol-laced blood surging through my veins. The dark figure loomed behind me, steadily closing the gap despite my desperate attempt to f...
Weekly Contest #251
Anna stood, suitcase in hand, in front of the old white farmhouse, as the caseworker drove away, kicking up dust in her wake. The front door swung open and Aunt Betty stepped out, hand raised in greeting. Having been raised the only child of a mother who preferred alcohol to her daughter, Anna was quite used to being dropped off at unfamiliar homes, with unfamiliar people. She never quite felt like she belonged anywhere. This was no different. Aunt Betty, as she was known, was a sweet old lady who opened her home to many foster kids ove...
Weekly Contest #250
A Night They’ll Never ForgetA Short Story I took a steadying breath as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I slid my hands down my sides, feeling the rough texture of the sequins on my gown. My palms were sweaty, my face flushed and it took a conscious effort to slow my heart rate. Later that night, I left my LA hotel room to be chauffeured downtown in a luxurious car and spent the evening schmoozing with A-list celebrities. I certainly looked the part, with my done up hair and makeup, a fresh manicure and six-figure dress. Playin...
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