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Submitted to Contest #339
[CW: LANGUAGE] One rusty screw was all it took to end the lives of sixty passengers and four crew members on flight 2137. Sixty four lives ruined, sixty five if Michael Reid, the last mechanic to work on the aircraft, was counted on the list. Michael knew he was to blame the moment news got back that the Embraer 175 crashed during a routine flight from Reno, Nevada to Portland, Oregon. It was not unusual to hear about a recent crash when working in the aviation industry, people know people so word spreads rather quickly. However, hearing tha...
Submitted to Contest #337
[TW: MENTAL HEALTH, BLOOD]Rory's hands shook as he worked to open the unfamiliar locks of the front door. He knew he should have grabbed gloves before leaving that morning but decided otherwise in order to cut down on time. Zucchini was there to greet him, purring at his arrival, leaving a trail of white fur at the base of his pant leg. Gross. Making his way to the kitchen proved to be his greatest challenge of the morning as he was accosted by affection along the way from the small feline. The note that he was searching for, which was sure ...
Submitted to Contest #334
The time was roughly around midnight when Lance realized just how bad he fucked up. He really should have realized around five o'clock when the sun began to set that he needed to sort this out, and quickly, but his cockiness had gotten the better of him. Now he was stuck in the middle of an unfamiliar hiking trail having been lost for the better part of the day because he wanted a quick look off the beaten path. He has gotten turned around on trails before, it happened quite a lot for him naturally wanting to explore, but this path was new ...
Submitted to Contest #332
TW: mild description of gore, blood Sunday afternoon had rolled around and Barbra had grown tired of demanding her son in law finally clean his room. There was a foul odor that had been seeping out to the rest of the house for well over a week, and she has just about had enough. It was a horrid stench of decay and rot that no amount of stale leftovers and dirty laundry could create. This had begun to worry her and her husband after days of pestering the boy to do something about it. So Barbra decided to take matters into her own hands, with ...
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