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Submitted to Contest #147
Elijah Mazursky, A reconnaissance Infantryman he was, dismounted in Iraq and Afghanistan. A C-130 crash on the airfield is what started the man's descent into madness. "Take down the fans," Elijah said to his mother, "Take down all the fucking fans, they're making too much noise!" He moved quickly, dismantling all of the ceiling fans around the home he shared with his mother and little brother. The sounds of the fan had already set off into Elijah's nervous system, It was fight or flight now. He stepped outside onto the balcony, pull...
Submitted to Contest #136
“What exactly are you looking for?” Emerson Ferdinand stood center in the homemade baseball field of his childhood home. He was a muscular man with a battered and ragged appearance. In his late thirties at the most, Emerson remembered how the townsfolk would praise his skill and support his ambition. He was on his way to becoming a professional baseball player, even playing a minor league game once in Baltimore. Nowadays, Emerson was eager to lash out and quick-tempered. In memory, the events that caused his spirits to fail were still clea...
Submitted to Contest #118
TW: Sexual assault mention, suicide.RucciI am Marquise L. Lanford. I am an artist. An aspiring artist to be exact, my current work of art was deemed "too insipid," for its trouble. A leaf is what I painted, a simple fucking leaf is why I am at odds with my work.Where did the inspiration for this painting come from? I remember it vaguely. The lies I tell, I remember it as clear as day.Week 1"Open your legs," I instruct the nude model as she wears a blank expression. She is twenty-two years old. A child in my eyes since I am middle-aged. ...
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