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Weekly Contest #359
I didn’t want to just be friends. I wanted to be her. Whenever I thought about the shit life that had been handed to me I always asked why I couldn’t have been as as pretty, as talented, as blessed as her. I stared at myself in the mirror like I did every morning.Staring back was the reflection of me dressed in my ill fitting work uniform, which looked like some crackpots vision of what an 1800s servant might've worn. Grabbing the matching head bonnet, I took one more look in the mirror. What fucking a joke… I had absolutely nothing going fo...
Weekly Contest #358
I could still hear their screams at night. The screams of grown men being buried alive by tons of rock, soot, ash, wood, and whatever the fuck all was in that mine. I didn’t know the names of most of them, only the ones I shared a tent with at camp, Mack, Joe, Charles, Mason… and they were all dead. Forever buried in that silver mine. That day had started like any other. Wake up at four in the morning, eat stale biscuits, drink black coffee, grab your tools, and head out to the mine. You kept to yourself, you make your money, and at some poi...
Weekly Contest #357
Content Warning: Mentions of Domestic Violence. Alcohol Abuse. Bullying. Kayla sat in the school’s front office, her hands clutching the side of the chair while the sounds of phones going off and the clicking of the front desk secretary's long nails against her keyboard echoed through the room. The secretary stared at her over the top of her computer screen through red-rimmed glasses as she took a drink from her matching Stanley cup. The judgment in her eyes was all too familiar. Why work with kids if you hate them? Gripping the sides of the...
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