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Submitted to Contest #318
It’s not that I hate being his best friend. It’s just…I’m always the second choice. The guy he calls when his plans with someone else fall through. The one holding the camera, not the one in the picture. The seat-filler until the person he really wants shows up. And the messed-up part? I keep saying yes. Every. Single. Time. Because maybe—just maybe—being second is better than not being chosen at all. “Sorry, man. Jake said he can hang tonight. Rain check?” I stare at the phone screen, the three dots flashing like they’re mocking me. Another...
Submitted to Contest #317
2691.The first recorded sighting of superhuman abilities occurred in America on Black Friday. In the chaos of an argument, a woman’s voice rose into a piercing scream—so powerful it hurled her opponent into a brick wall. And as blood spilled from the injured woman, it began to writhe unnaturally, coiling around her like a living thing. With a flick of her arm, the blood lashed forward, snapping through the air like a crimson whip, binding her rival in its grasp. After that first sighting, reports of powers erupted across the globe. Soon, the...
Submitted to Contest #316
CONTENT WARNING: Suicide, suicidal thoughts, implied Sexual Assualt, Implied rape, and murder/ implied murder! I’m the one they call when they need a hero.“Oh, God, thank you. We’re saved. Look—look, everyone!” A woman’s voice cracks, raw with relief. Tears streak her cheeks as she thrusts out a trembling hand toward me, hovering above the waves. “It’s Valor!”God? Was it God?Or the Devil?Who marked me?Why was I the one chosen for these superhuman gifts?I hear the sirens grow louder as they get closer. The crowd of civilians grows, and they a...
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