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Submitted to Contest #331
Thousands of years ago, before there were monsters and fairy tales, when man was just old enough to tell stories of the past, there was nature, and there were living gods. In the warmest months of the year, one of the few hundred nomadic families would travel North to the flowing water and fertile fields of the grasslands and the plains of what would later come to be known as North America. In the life-bringing sunshine, they would hunt, fish, farm, make love, and bring up their young with the stories and lessons taught to their parents in t...
Submitted to Contest #330
“I’ll see you again soon,” I whimper through vodka-soaked tears. I was eighteen, drunk again, and about to leave him and his apartment for my first semester of college. Before all of my scars took form, before the tattoos I stuck on over them to cover them up, before things stopped making sense. Before I was all alone. I wish I'd never left.We used to drink how we always would; a thirty rack of Bud open on the floor- four of them in the freezer, four on the coffee table, a handle of vodka unscrewed with a lingering warmth from the leathery h...
Submitted to Contest #324
“COMING ABOUT!”“Huh?!”*SLAM*!As my eyes flick back open, I look down into a vast emptiness. Striking sun rays gleam as if they were poking through holes in a forest’s canopy. I realize that I’m submerged in the cold, salty waves I’ve begrudgingly come out to. A gurgled shout floods bubbles of my air around my face. They don’t rise to the surface as fast as I do.I cough and wretch up a flask worth of salt water that went up my nose as I gasp for new breath. Tears and coughs shoot out of me as I’m bobbed up and down, watching my sailboat drift...
Submitted to Contest #319
“Lock the doors! Draw your fangs from their sheaths! They’re too fast for guns!” “They’ve already made it upstairs!” My brothers run to the front, so I do the same, squatting into my kill-ready stance, just as had been beaten into me. My knees tremble. The real thing is much more terrifying than training scenarios. I don’t want to do this! My brothers shout something back at my father, their blue and white patterned cloaks looked as if they were flowing in the wind from their sporadic movements. They shuffled back behind me, taking the trian...
Submitted to Contest #238
The dark purple, deep bags under the twenty-six-year-old's eyes pulse as they sink deeper. With the speed of light and the lucidity of a lifetime, the trauma of his teenage years replayed in front of him before he could blink twice. “Oh, G-d… no,” Mike whispered. Horrified, he lengthens his strides in an uncomfortable attempt to walk a little faster, as if he were walking on cinders to please a mad king. “Okay, it’s okay. Stay cool, Mike. Maybe he hasn't seen you yet. Quick, hit the vape over your shoulder. He won’t recognize you...
Submitted to Contest #237
“Dude, tomorrow is Valentine’s Day and you don’t have a date again. Why don’t you text Sabrina or Abbey and just get a coffee or something? Just one cup. It could be fun!” “Hell nah, dude. Last time I went out with Abbey, she vented about work for two hours. I don’t want to be trauma-dumped on, again. Sabrina just wants to fuck and then kick me out. She already texted me earlier. I’m not about to be used again.” “Or… She could just want to get some food and talk because she’s into your personality, too…” “No way, man. It’s definitely not lik...
Submitted to Contest #236
(Potentially triggering to those who grew up bullied or in toxic households) My heart skips a beat as I pass the window showcasing the retro, cardboard cutout of my once favorited, blue, little speedster: Sonic the Hedgehog. I was giddy with excitement as if I were once again six years old unwrapping the game’s box for the first time. That is until a sharp, stabbing pain in my side knocked the smile off of my face. My heart stops fluttering and shatters. Like a smoker who recently quit getting a whiff of the smoke trailing off of s...
Submitted to Contest #235
Howling laughter turns into screams as the young robber is met with a brick wall on the other side of the thorn bushes that he was sure would lead to his freedom. What should’ve been another easy heist has suddenly turned awry. How was he to know that the old shop keeper would be coming back early from vacation? How could he have ever predicted he’d injure his hip walking off of the plane and have to return home the very next day? How could he have not seen him lock the front door just as he snuck in through the back window? He’d neve...
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