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Weekly Contest #368
Content Note: Story contains non-consensual magical interference, brief reference to workplace harassment. The cardboard box full of leftover supplies from the previous school year felt heavy in Gwen Merriweather’s hands. As she carried it across the parking lot into Barren Hollow Elementary School, she remembered it being lighter back in June on the last day of school when she had dropped it into the trunk of her car. It would be so much easier, Gwen thought, to fly this box through the air and into the open window of her classroom on the ...
Weekly Contest #367
Content Note: Story contains wrongful conviction, capital punishment, grief, set in the hour before a scheduled execution. A darkly comic character study, not a polemic. She had been the lone hold out after they took the first vote: 11-1. The foreman, a big, beefy man named Figueroa who had left his hardware store in the hands of an incompetent nephew for the duration of the trial, looked pleased. “This shouldn’t take us long, now, will it?” He beamed a smile out to them all, then took a handkerchief from his back pocket to wipe the line of...
Weekly Contest #364
Lucy Minerva leaned forward to slide the photograph back across her desk, toward the man she would not be accepting as a client. As she did so, her chair wobbled and creaked, and Lucy knew she would need to replace it soon, but she wouldn’t be doing it with this man’s money. “Sorry, Mr. Dowling, I don’t think you’re being straight with me, and I don’t work like that. I could take your money, but I like to sleep at night.” “I swear on my mother’s grave I am telling you the truth,” the man said. “I swear on the lives of my children.” Lucy felt...
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