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Moa Holmertz

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Old Bonds

Weekly Contest #279

NOTE: Mentions of child death. Also sort of a sequel/prequel to my story "My Fault".Loke was certain that his mother was hiding something.It all had started a year ago when some random cop had come knocking at their door. The cop, Markus, had asked for his sister, Saga. She hadn’t been home at the time, but Loke had let Markus into his home anyway. Loke hadn’t planned to bond with a stranger that quickly, if Markus hadn’t asked about his shirt. It was nothing special, just an old piece of Led Zeppelin merch he had gotten from a second hand s...

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No love for a wicked soul

Weekly Contest #277

Warning: Mentions of sexual violence, bullying and suicide. Humans are the most wicked beings on planet Earth. I know, unbelievable observation. Totally unique worldview. The thing everyone says once in a while in their most cynical moments. However, most base this on news from warzones, endless studies of climate change or documentaries of serial killers. They never base this on the constant evil within us, that makes us into an animal among the rest of God's creation. Am I evil? Probably. I have done some shit. When I was young it was inn...

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A Late Night jog

Weekly Contest #274

If you want a single reason to not go for a late night jog, this one's for you. There is a forest close to my house, which also happens to be my childhood home. When my grandparents passed away, me and my husband took over and have been living here since. The forest has several jogging tracks, and I use them more or less every day. If I couldn’t start my day with a good jog, I’d finish it with a run on one of the tracks. There has always been something freeing with feeling the wind in my hair while my feet carried me over logs and rocks. The...

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My fault

Weekly Contest #273

7 of July, 2001 My life is falling apart, and it’s all my fault. I should have just accepted that Markus only wanted to hang out at my place. Even though mom hates him, never leaves us alone and calls him a filthy tramp, I’d rather have that than not have him at all. I always asked him why we couldn’t hang out at his place, as mom was driving me crazy at this point. He only said that his father was a weirdo. His mother wasn’t part of the picture, as she passed away when he was like ten. Markus never told me anything about her, except her abi...

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You never forget the first

WARNING: Rape/Non-consensual, attraction to minors, implied murder, highly unreliable narrator. I should have known that she meant trouble the first time I laid eyes upon her. The town I live in is quite small, the kind of place where everyone knew everybody and few secrets were kept well. Thus there was plenty of curiosity when a new family moved into the old house at the lake. It’s not much to say about them, just your average nuclear family with two kids and a dog. I don’t remember the names of the parents nor the boy, but I’ll never forg...

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The Awakening

Weekly Contest #272

I woke up. The first thing I felt was the cold, but I didn’t feel cold. The cold intensified as I pressed my hands against the cold pale walls around me, only to realize that I was confined into a small space. Carefully I felt my way around with both hands and feet just to figure out where I was, while also trying to remember how I got here in the first place. However, I realized that I didn’t remember much at all. The only thing I managed to grasp were small fragments of memories. Veiny dry hands eagerly caressing my body. White pills again...

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A shadow from the past

Weekly Contest #271

Scott grumbled disgruntledly once he realized the glass was empty. With little control over his limbs, he slammed it onto the bar and yelled:“Another!”“Doon’t think so, lad,”the old bartender said with his grating Scottish accent. “Ye’ve bin drinkin’ mair ‘an enough.”“Don’t tell me I've had enough, kilt wearin’ cunt,”Scott growled and pointed a meaty finger at McClain.McClain sighed, before putting down another glass in front of him. He had barely finished filling it, before Scott took the glass and downed the amber drink like a thirsty begg...

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