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Weekly Contest #341
CW: Substance abuse, physical abuse In the church basement, the rules come before the coffee. Don’t sit in your old seat. Don’t say names. Don’t let your testimony run longer than fifteen minutes. What the rules don’t tell you is what to do when your old life texts you.My leg won’t stop jittering like it’s got a memory of its own. The room smells like wet wood and something medicinal, and every creak feels like the church clearing its throat.A woman across from me says she’s ninety days clean. Her voice is warm. Sunny. She doesn’t realize—ni...
Weekly Contest #335
The Past Lives of Gregory KaplanTodrick shouted, “Bitch shut the fuck up,” and the classroom ignited into laughter that wasn’t playful. It burned with heat and mockery, sharp enough to make my skin crawl. With it came the crystal-clear message: Old man. You’re finished.My so-called scholars moved like they had no bones, no boundaries. Desks drifted in and out of formation. Bodies twerked and jiggled. Voices stacked until the room vibrated like a hive about to swarm. I stepped toward the noise, my pulse racing. Todrick was tearing into the ne...
Shortlisted for Contest #330 ⭐️
One The summer the girl with the pigtails went missing, Manny was just a little boy running barefoot through Big Momma’s bayou—half-wild, sunstruck, and blissfully unaware that his life was about to split open like storm clouds.He never knew the girl when she was alive. But she would be the first to show him what he was.Big Momma’s farmhouse sat low beneath pecan trees, the whole yard humming with cicadas and the ghost-breath of the swamp. To Manny, the place was a kingdom. Catfish swarmed the lakes, crawfish darted beneath the mud, and trea...
Weekly Contest #190
Jefferson City, Missouri Outlander Territories UNDERGROUND BUNKER December 9, 2055 5:11 am Cassie pushed through the pain, her brow damp, her face fixed in a look of grim determination. She willed herself to stay quiet, but her contractions were fast and furious now. The dimly lit room was a depraved space to give birth to a baby. But the little family of three, soon to be four, had few options at this point. The doula kneeled in the tight spa...
Shortlisted for Contest #11 ⭐️
Momma took the hot water from the stove and poured it into the tub. My naked backside got splashed, and I tried to shield myself from Momma’s bad aim and evil eye. “Ouch…That’s too hot.” “Boy hush!” she said. &nb...
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