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Submitted to Contest #325
CW: Gore, body horror The house was in tatters. The house was always in tatters. A clamor came from within, and belched out as the toddlers Marcus and Freia spilled into the yard, overgrown and strewn with plastic toys. Freia cried and swung at Marcus; Marcus, oblivious to his sister, ran with precocious ferocity, chasing a trio of squirrels. Their father, Baron Cobert, forty-two and feeling every bit of it climbed from his vehicle. He wanted to swing the door shut behind him; but knew the car was likely to drop its bowels at such a gesture....
Submitted to Contest #324
I was suspended, momentarily, in an eddy. Gentle fingers of some submerged vegetation tickled my ankles and tousled my hair, which was coaxed fully away from my face and into the water. A gelatinous finger ran across my back, but I didn't even shudder. I turned slowly, round and round, with time to consider the sky. I was floating down the Murk, that brown heady effluent of the Broad River, drifting slowly through hick, shibbolethic America, its wooded banks alive with lurid eyes. Yeah, I had hated that Murk for a very long time; living w...
Submitted to Contest #303
He texted Billy to meet him at the bar round seven. Billy's response was terse, 'K'. A lump had been set in his throat for a while now and was, he had noticed, linked to his increasingly fragile psychological state. Any slightest hurdle in social or moral interaction set this thing alive and made him want to puke, then cry. This single syllable 'K' from Billy was just the sort of trivial perturbation to set it off, jumping like a bean in his esophagus. He called Marci. Told her how much he loved her, missed her, and wished he would see her t...
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