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Submitted to Contest #89
TW: abuse I held my gun and aimed. The target sat with a newspaper in her lap—she had no clue. Red hair covered her face and blocked her view. I've got you now. With soft feet, I crept closer. “Bam!” Pretend bullets flew into the living room; one hit Mommy, others smashed into the sofa. “You’re dead, Mommy, you’re dead!” Mommy looked up from her newspaper with big eyes, then held her chest. She fell to the floor and rolled around, before going still. I sneaked to her, still pointing my gun-shaped hands. “Mommy?” She jump...
Submitted to Contest #22
Swim with flaws and you’ll sink. That’s what they told her. But she swam anyway.The squeeze of a plastic cup made her Diet Coke rise and fall in a rhythmic pulse. Thousands of excited bubbles danced to their music. A year ago, Bonnie Law was the life of a party. Tonight, her shoulders sagged, and she dressed in casual blue ripped jeans with a purple sweater, instead of the glamourous polka dot mini dress of last year. Bonnie was a stranger to her reputation. She’d vowed to rebuild her life today—a new Bonnie, a fresh start. Yet all she’d don...
Submitted to Contest #18
How had it come to this? Marlon Kinsman leaned against the guardrail at King’s Cross Station and watched Eleanor glide effortlessly amongst the commuters. He pictured his mother, red-faced and shouting if she were to ever find out about his pickpocketing obsession. To think he was now treating it as a game made him quiver. His family needed money—any way possible—and Marlon was the man of the house.Eleanor’s bright face popped up in front of him, derailing his train of thought. She held up a black leather wallet, her smile beaming from ear t...
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