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Submitted to Contest #317
“I have to be honest with you, Jen, I don’t love it.”My manager, Kim Davies, doesn’t love my final painting for the upcoming Millhouse exhibition.I hang my head like a child, and Kim chuckles, putting a warm hand on my shoulder as she tilts her head, still looking at the massive canvas propped against the wall.“Wait, wait…” Kim taps her chin, “Nope. Still don’t love it.” Her hand slides from my shoulder as her heels click to walk around the studio, which she rents for me. “This painting doesn’t match all the others. What gives?”I sigh, pulli...
"Wait! You can't kill me!" The man begged around the cloth gagged in his mouth. "You don't understand what you're about to do!"Mark sharpened his knife on the steel sharpening rod; a loud hissing sound of metal on metal permeated the small, concrete space. Mark approached the man strapped to the table, his nude body pale and glistening with sweat underneath the shop lights."I don't?" Mark asked conversationally. He admired the bluish veins that ran along the man's body, continuous and teasing down his flesh. He pressed the tip of his knife a...
Submitted to Contest #233
Anders was a quiet man, someone you had to look at twice to remember he was there. Although he was of great stature and had hair that mirrored a heavenly glow, his eyes were solemn, sleepless, and hollow. One didn’t look Anders too long in the eye, to avoid the chill his gaze would pierce into the soul. It would happen so quickly, you could feel where in your body your soul chose to hide. There was one thing this man of mystery truly hid, and that was that he was a vampire. He wasn’t the sort to go prowling in the night or feast on lonely w...
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