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Submitted to Contest #105
Rachel Stone lays like the dead on a cold stainless steel table. She is at the Scarlet County Morgue, being wheeled into an autopsy room by Dr. Richard Carlisle. She is his last autopsy for the night, and for a good reason. Everyone has already left. He’s alone. He can perform her dissection uninterrupted. Her body is too fresh and too warm that it might raise suspicion by his colleagues if they see the glow in her complexion or the way the blood pours out of her body from her still-beating heart. This day has been planned for far too long n...
Submitted to Contest #97
“Come on, don’t be scared. All the children sing here. You can sing, too.” - All The Children Sing, Rick Larson.Friday, 8:53 p.m.The stranger“I know who you are.” The stranger stood before Amy Larson, soaked to the bone from the torrential downpour.It was almost nine p.m. on a Friday night when Amy heard a series of knocks bash against the window of her front door, knocks she would soon regret—rapraprap. Pause. Rapraprap. Pause. Rapraprap.When she swung the door open, she’d been expecting her usual Friday night pizza delivery, extra che...
Submitted to Contest #56
I dragged his corpse through the woods like a lamb from the slaughterhouse, my muscles screaming for relief with each exhaustive step I took. The moon betrayed me tonight. Its usual iridescent glow loomed behind a thick smoke of clouds, making it nearly impossible to know where I was or how far I was from the road. But I wasn’t allowed to stop. I was alive with horror; my fear speaking to me with a trill that bounced off its mocking tongue.“I can’t believe this is happening,” I cried, lugging my murdered friend over a fractured tree. His nam...
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