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Lucile Duchac

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Weekly Contest #70

The Oblong Box. A tale of a man driven by love and fear into insanity.  “Will the defendant please rise.” The courtroom grew silent. “Neil Krindle is guilty for second-degree murder of his wife, Veronica Krindle, and will be charged with 20 years to prison due to the grisly nature of his crime.” It wasn’t supposed to end this way. It was her fault. Don’t you understand? She taunted me. Her beauty and her poise was enough to make any man fall to his knees and she knew that. She knew she was better than me, smarter than me, prettier tha...

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Dear Carla

Weekly Contest #70

Her face as red as blood. Her eyes as red as her face. Her skin as red as her eyes… As red as blood. “I didn’t know, how could I know?” Her fingers grasp the thin crinkled paper, read over and over. She could feel the small itch of her blanket across her almost raw cut hip. Her voice thin, crackling with every inflection of emotion. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry,” she pleads to a shadow of humility fleeting from the room. “Please.” She repeats the phrase like a mantra of self-destruction. “Please,” every breath she takes. “Ple...

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Guilty scams

Weekly Contest #69

A few tips for arguing with scam artists. Think before you speak, only show emotion when necessary, never take anything at face value, there is always a different motive than you think, and most importantly don’t trust them. “I feel guilty.” My palms are sweating, my knees are buckled, I’m shaking. Swimming in guilt, swimming in lies. I just can’t take it anymore” My family stares back at me, their expressions blank. And so their little games begin.  “Why? It’s the family business,” my mother responds with the usual motherly and femini...

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Nora is gone

Weekly Contest #68

This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives. A vacation before college, before they say goodbye. Nora and Alexa were twins. Very close twins, the kind of twins that wore the same clothes for way too long. Alexa was set to go to MIT. She was always the overachieving sister, Nora decided to start her own business and she was ready to move 1 block away in an apartment building near her local community college. Nora wanted to get out of the house, but she never held onto anything for long, her mother worried she would switch her majo...

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Amelia

Weekly Contest #67

The dim hanging lights would creak with every step. The small papers fall off the wall with every gust of wind. With every step taken the school breaks down. I hate this school. Amelia Stewart hated school. She hated the white brick walls and the small drab library nobody used. She hated the students, the teachers, the guidance, the principal, and the custodial staff. But she loved the nurse. The nurse, a 20-year old college student, working at Jefferson High School on the weekday was perfect. Her name was Phoebe Brandt and she was kind, dow...

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Sweet Cinnamon Bakery

Weekly Contest #67

The snow piled onto the streets. More packed and bright than the usual street mush. This year, unlike the others, was especially cold. The city of Detroit was no stranger to the harsh and unforgiving winter. Below freezing temperatures and needing apartment heating to keep warm is a yearly occurrence. Right between the poor outskirts of the city and the buzzing heart, stood a luxurious condo-style apartment and a vacant building with the sign “Sweet Cinnamon Bakery” clutching to the rotting wood. The old bakery building was a shelter for the...

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