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Submitted to Contest #169
The lightning and thunder buzz Morton awake. At least, he thinks it’s lightning, but the sound is faint, like rain on a concrete roof. The darkness resting on him remained firm in its opaque determination. Morton reaches his right hand out, expecting to feel Liz’s warm skin. His hand taps against a cold surface. His arm recoils towards his face, only to be greeted by that same surface behind his head. It feels grainy against his numb fingers. It wasn’t his headboard. He brushes his hand across the wood, feeling its coarse firmness ...
Submitted to Contest #163
Trigger Warning: Violence and Mental Distress Jayden punched the white brick wall, and then his head. Both thuds were swallowed by the stagnant air of the shelter. He shot a glance at his peeling knuckles as they re-inflated with a bright pink and purple hue. He shuddered and looked away from the coarse, cracked stones that were his hands. Sitting up, he looked at his watch and shot a cautious glance at Marl and Dennis. They sat in their usual positions, angled at the wall. Jayden let out a shaky, sputtering sigh. They hadn’t started yelli...
Submitted to Contest #159
Trigger Warning: Substance Abuse and Physical Abuse The asphalt crunched beneath Alex’s boots as he moved towards the sign. He rolled his eyes up to read the peeling letters: Welcome to Glenwatch, population: 47, 210. Eyes stapled to the number, Alex pulled a misshapen clump of a multitool from his pocket, and, flicking the knife open, carefully peeled each number off until only the zero remained. From Alex’s mouth escaped a single breath of laughter. Alex leisurely grubbed through every house. He hadn’t seen any other greenf...
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