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Submitted to Contest #275
Anne sat in the deep dark leather chair across from a large desk ornamented with metal snarling gargoyle handles with their faces twisted into various screams. Perhaps the boss’ relatives? Anne put her hands in her lap. Too formal. Maybe cross her arms? No, too angry. Perhaps elbows on the armrests with hands folded? That seemed slightly better. She felt the dampness of her hands and tried drying them against her wrinkled blouse. The door burst open like a screen door in a hurricane and Anne jumped. The boss, always a consummate professional...
Shortlisted for Contest #248 ⭐️
This story includes sensitive topics including mental health, gore, and self harm. I didn’t tell my mouth to rip the flesh off my arm. I didn’t even let myself think about it. Instead, I concentrated on the muscles just below the cheek. I tightened them with no more expression on my face than if I were reading the newspaper. Dark red blood began to squirt into my mouth and onto my face. I could feel Brian panicking, but his voice was quiet, like a man trapped in a padded room about to be filled with gas. A warmth filled my mouth, and a text...
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