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Weekly Contest #341
Trigger warning: this story contains content that may be unsettling to some readers, including substance abuse, suggestive themes, abuse, and gore. The wind aggressively danced throughout the night. Its howls echoed outside the window, begging to come inside. Crystal turned the radio’s volume up as she poured boiling water into the bath. She played smooth RnB music, which dwelt on intimacy and sensuality. A bath bomb was submerged in the water, and a silky pink cloud filled the bath. Steam blurred her vision as she stirred the bath bomb, an...
Weekly Contest #337
I had my grievances with the outcome of my painting. I’d been repainting the pores of this man within my portrait for the past couple of days, and satisfaction never came to relieve me from this excruciating task. His brown eyes were too light, his lips weren’t full enough, and his jawline could be sharper. Reference photos and my memory weren’t the best ways to capture how his imperfections created a visually stimulating, irresistible hunk. Stop, these were intrusive thoughts. Dakota was not a hunk. I couldn’t simply label this as an int...
Weekly Contest #199
George Vaughn: March 12th, 1986 - December 29th, 1992. He was only six… Wilted daisies, three of them, were scattered over his grave. It had been about three decades and his loved ones, most likely his parents, took the time to visit him. It warmed my heart to witness moments like this. I kneel in front of the grave, my hand hovered over the flowers. I whispered, “George, are you here?” No response. He passed on. It made sense. There weren’t many reasons for a child’s soul to fight to stay on Earth. The experience would be lonely and ...
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