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Submitted to Contest #51
CONTENT WARNING: Domestic Abuse Spring, 2006 She held a set of papers titled “Registration Form”. I stared at her, the short, curvy lady with long dark hair and a determined face. She wore a long-sleeved purple and blue dress that matched the splotches on her right wrist to a tee. She kept pulling down the sleeve, trying to hide the marks and I became intrigued as she walked over to my cage and stooped down. She stared at me like she had never seen a four week old German Shepherd before. There was a young boy with her, tall and skinny, w...
Submitted to Contest #49
At 6:14 a.m. Fiona opened her dark brown eyes. She remained motionless, anticipating the nausea that plagued her every morning like clockwork and threatened to replace her daily alarm. It never came and her smile grew like slow moving molasses. She dwelt for a few moments in the peace that had eluded her for the past few weeks. Fiona tried to roll over and grimaced as she was impeded by her fiancé’s large bicep crushing her waist length dreadlocks. She gently massaged her scalp and turned fully onto her left side to take in Caleb. Be...
Submitted to Contest #3
December 22, 2017“There's never a good time to get murdered. But if it had to happen, December would be the best time for that tragedy."Richard flinches at those words and closes his eyes as though in pain. When he opens them he's still seated in the waiting room at the processing station.He looks at the speaker to his right and tries his best to focus on the man's one good eye. The gaping hole where the man's left orb should reside is as obvious as, well, a gaping hole where an eye should reside.The man grimaces and points to his grotesque ...
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