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Submitted to Contest #226
TW: Mentions of past sexual abuse to a minor, mentions of violence, murder, unhealthy coping mechanisms. The pipe is dripping again.It’s her lullaby, her calming song, her heartbeat ringing in her ears. It lulls her in ways that the rhythmic twitching of her fingers, nor the hitching of her breaths that are beginning to sound like a beat to a song, cannot. She comes back to herself, sucking the air from the room and clenching those twitching, nervous fingers into fists that rest upon her bent knees.The blood is drying.It feels like the ...
Submitted to Contest #222
It’s night. Typically. These things always start at night, don’t they?Adrienne crouches beside me, her red hair slicked back into its usual tight, uncomfortable looking bun underneath a heavy hood. I’d taken it upon myself, on a few occasions, to inquire if the tightness of her bun was her reason for being in such a foul mood most days. The first time I asked, early in my days at the Academy, Adrienne had choked me out against a wall with such intent that her now husband, Arcane, was forced to pull her from me. That was how they me...
The knife sinks quickly into the man’s flank, the sound a wet squelch and a harsh, sharp cry. I pull back quickly, lest he have one final surge of adrenaline and make another swing at me. That’s how it usually goes, with men like this. Proud men, who fight until the end. I hate killing them the most. It’s shitty, to kill someone you ca see yourself admiring. In another life. Another time. Another me. He doesn’t have that final surge, though. He falls, the crack of his knees hitting the broken concrete sickening sound. I take ano...
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