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Submitted to Contest #326
Note: This story contains elements of stalking and coercion. Six months, I’ve spent in silence. This is my first attempt at breaking it, so bear with me as I start at the beginning. I first noticed him at the gym. He was scrawny, with thinning brown hair and a weak chin. His shirt had a nondescript logo and the marks of having been in the dryer too often. He didn’t work out; he just stood there, by the weights, occasionally glancing up at the mirror. Arrogant prick, I thought. I turned to my own weights, but something made me look back ...
Submitted to Contest #325
This story contains sensitive material, including stalking, manipulation, minor harm to animals, and descriptions of human biological material (menstrual blood). I got the recipe off the Darkweb. The whole process was insane, I won’t lie. But it will be worth every minute if it works. When I think about her, my hands get clammy and my pulse rises to unknown heights. She’s beautiful, but not in a conventional, social media sort of way; she’s got some grey strands in her hair, which I know smells of that rosemary shampoo she uses - I saw it ...
Submitted to Contest #324
The frothing mouths of breaking waves roar in my face as I stand on the edge of the mole, leaning against the wind. The water has turned from dark cobalt to copper, like the soil on the Istra Peninsula. Feeding itself to the ocean in muddy chunks, the earth rolls sluggishly from the campground into the sea. Far up on the horizon, flashes of heat lightning crack the sky. Only hours ago, I played mermaids in the same bay with a swarm of kids shouting in three different languages. We climbed up on the mole that separates the kids’ bay from the...
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