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Weekly Contest #319
****This story contains sensitive content including gore, physical violence, physical and sexual abuse**** Everybody has a devil and an angel in their head. Feed the angel and it’ll give you hope and light; feed the devil and it’ll grow fat, ravenous, impossible to sate. I usually try to feed my angel. But today, my devil is starving for blood and reckoning. Especially today. The Goddess Hecate demands it. The images won’t stop—me slamming his skull until I feel bone splinter, twisting his fingers until they crack, slicing his flesh a thous...
The Louisiana night pressed in—thick, watchful, and waiting. Demetri’s voice broke the hush: “What’s the catch of dealing with the witch at the crossroads?” The air reeked of wet earth and cypress, heavy enough to taste; fireflies drifting between palmetto fronds like embers. Katydids sing their lullaby, and somewhere deep in the swamp an alligator’s bellow rolled across the water and into Demetri’s bones. This place felt older than the road itself—a crossroad where promises never vanished; they merely get buried into the muck, frozen in ti...
Weekly Contest #316
Amani Jacobs tilted her head, peering at the delicate script inked on her mother’s shoulder. “Mom, what does that tattoo mean? ‘Que sera, sera’?” The dark red letters curved in elegant loops, ending in a gold-trimmed rose that looked real enough to touch. Gianna Jacobs smiled, a flicker of memory in her eyes. “It means whatever will be, will be. An old friend taught me that.” “Friend, huh? Do I know this friend?” Gianna chuckled, but said nothing. “Moooom,” Amani whined, nudging her gently. “I’m twenty-two and have never even seen you go on ...
Weekly Contest #291
It was her eyes that caught me first—deep brown with flakes of gold that shimmered like sunstones. When the light hit them just right, they sparkled with an etherealness that was mesmerizing. Her hair, black as a raven’s wing, cascaded to her waist, glistening like onyx as she knelt in her garden, hands buried in the earth. She was a healer, a medicine woman. Her connection to Mother Earth was undeniable, evident as I watched the way she closed her eyes, breathing in the wind that gently weaved through her silken strands. And she was th...
Weekly Contest #221
“It has to be on the full moon tomorrow night, Saanvi.” Mia Kimmons explains as she hands Saanvi Khaliid the beautifully wrapped little box. “All the components and instructions are inside. Are you sure about this?” “You have known me my whole life Mia, have I ever done anything spontaneously?” Saanvi responds quiet as she holds Mia’s hesitant stare; her hands tightly gripping the red satin cloth wrapped around the box. “I know but you know the trade. And it’s fo...
Weekly Contest #213
*sensitive content: abuse, death, mental health “What even is that?” Luci groans as she pokes at the strange brown concoction that is nestled in the middle of a white fluffy mound of instant potatoes. Dull smashed green peas adorn the far left corner of the cafeteria tray and the only Minuit amount of color that graces the plate. “Pretty fucking sure that’s meatloaf.” Pat states matter of fact- an unamused sneer on her stern pale face. “No way that's real meat. Definitely man-made...
Weekly Contest #202
‘ Doesn’t the sky just fascinate you? The way it can depict a constant battle in nature, with no words? The way the velvety beep blue and steel grey clouds imposes upon the wispy white and light blue ones as a storm ensues; the way the golden beams of the sun can penetrate all of those dark pillowy clouds- dissolving them to nothing; the way the pinks, purples, blues, and yellows seamlessly melt together to make the perfect sunset. All of which can bring people to tears with the surge of emotion that it induces… and al...
Weekly Contest #199
‘We got lights!’ Staci yells through the commotion of the looming lunch rush at the popular fast food chain. ‘Meat down! fries down! and get in your station! Robert fry side! Kane burger side! Mae is the floater! Where is Blake!’ Staci barks, her flat mid western accent drawling her words as she positions herself behind the speaker, back ramrod straight and ready to slams orders into the kitchen. The thick smell of grease saturating the air as the various foods begin to cook. ‘Bro have you seen ...
Weekly Contest #196
‘Where did you get this!’ Rya squeals as she inspects the immaculate antique oil lamp. The copper metal reflecting the overhead office lights as she turns it slowly. ‘At a street market in Egypt. A vendor there had them and was selling all different kinds. That one made me think of you, so here we are.’ Sawyer beams as she watch’s her sister marvel at the petite metal lamp. ‘The vendor guy said that there’s an old wives tale about the lamp and how it can gra...
Weekly Contest #192
‘Yes ma’am, this is a courtesy call from ABC self-storage. We will be auctioning off your storage unit on March 8th, so you have till the end of the week to remove whatever belongings you would like to keep.’ The woman professionally informs Emeri. ‘The end of the week? Auction off my belongings? On my birthday? Seriously? What are you talking about? My ex-husband, Johnathan Archer, pays for that unit. It’s in our divorce decree for him to pay!’ Emeri rambles as confusion distorts her face. ‘Yes maam he was but he removed his credit card six...
Weekly Contest #190
‘Damnit! He’s already at Lilia’s waiting on me!’ Darbi squeals as she reads Brian’s text on her iPhone. ‘Just a couple more pins.’ Blake murmurs softly as her brow wrinkles in concentration- her nimble fingers putting the finishing touches on Darbi’s soft romantic hairstyle. ‘There!’ Blake announces as she backs away from her station- a proud smile gracing her face. ‘It’s perfect! Oh Thank you Blake!’ Darbi gushes as she admires her reflection. ‘Shit! I have g...
Weekly Contest #183
The night stars sparkle like assorted diamonds thrown across a plush black velvet blanket. One of those soft luxurious blankets that make you want to sleep an extra thirty minutes just so you can soak up the plush softness of it. That’s where I should be right now, in my bed Kai grumbled to herself as she doubtfully glances at the obnoxious neon sign outside the cramped nightclub flashing ‘Back Street’. Why did you let Marlie talk you into this. You are so out of ...
Weekly Contest #174
‘Do you know what this means? Everything is changing and you are going to have to grow up fast.’ Mom irately states. ‘And this is just the beginning. You are only 21 , haven’t finished school, unmarried, and now pregnant with a biracial baby by that asshole! Seriously? Have you told your father? What am I suppose to say to your grandparents! They will NEVER accept this. God I don’t even want to hear my dads response.’ She groaned as she threw her hands in the air in frustration. ‘And an abortion is out of the...
Weekly Contest #169
The ominous click of the door sealing shut was always the beginning. And Peyton hates it. This is when the monster comes Every night. First, that creepy loud click; then the dark inky shadows creep closer and closer to his bed. He jerked his soft blue flannel blanket over his head and squeezes his eyes tightly shut. ‘You are brave, Peyton. You are a big boy. There isn’t a big scary green monster with ugly spiky black hair and glowing yellow eyes under the bed. Daddy killed him when we first moved here’ Peyton...
Weekly Contest #168
There’s something serene about staring out the window as the train passes the skyscrapers and the people busy with life. It’s so serene it could almost lull you into the belief that life was that simple. It could almost make Annabelle Harris forget what she was going to have to do. What her mission is and how she couldn’t fail or her sister, Oakley, would die. And her sister is her everything. Oakley is only thirteen months younger than Anna but she mothered her baby sister like she was her daughter. She raised Oakley since their ...
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