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Weekly Contest #356
Regina’s body is disgustingly cold against my skin. She’s not gone, not yet anyway, but her staggering breath against my chest tells me what I know she can’t. I try to whisper that it should’ve been me, but she shushes me before I can get it out. The city, if we actually hope to save it, needs her ten times more than it does me. “I don’t know if I can do this alone,” I mutter instead. She lets out a small huff. If it were anyone else, it would sound more like a staggered breath instead of an actual laugh. But coming from her? I know exactly...
Weekly Contest #333
CW: violence, implied cannibalism “You should have some,” Old Man Marcus said to me. I barely managed to make it out past his slobbering around the bone. I always hated sitting next to him during these, even when I was a little girl. Whenever he ate he’d make a mess of everything. At his age, shouldn’t he have learned himself some manners by now? Never made much sense to me why he couldn’t behave like the rest of us, and even Mother noticed it too but she kept sitting him at our table anyway. “He’s got no family,” she said to me once, “Have ...
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