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Submitted to Contest #327
Rica tightened the stitches in her knee, patted the folds of her skirt into place, then raised a fist of sickly green to rap upon Mr. Sporespire’s door. When it swung open to reveal Mr. Sporespire — a smile shining from beneath his fungal cap — Rica snapped to attention, throwing a mock salute. “Sir! I’m here about a monetary opportunity sir!” she announced, beaming. “Miss Cadáver!” He chuckled, amused already. “Please, come in.” He moved his lanky form aside, and Rica stepped into the classroom. “I’ve actually been grading your class,” he w...
Submitted to Contest #326
--- Trigger warning — this story contains:- Reference to:- Sexual violence- Depictions of:- Physical violence, gore or abuse. --- The Mother laughed. It was a gentle sound, full of mirth, but not a single soul in attendance took it at face value. Only after her stony features returned to her and her smile faded back into a contemptuous scowl did she reply at last to the man who kneeled before her. "War?” she asked, raising her eyebrows. The whole summit was silent. The man, an emissary, kept his head bowed. The eyes of every son and daughter...
Submitted to Contest #309
--- Trigger warning — this story contains:- Reference to: - Sexual violence- Depictions of: - Poor mental health - Physical violence, gore, or abuse. --- "What can I get you?" I asked him, jadedly as ever. "What do you have?" His eyes had a sparkle to them, and there was something very off about him. "There isn't a menu." He chuckled. "Brax, beer, whisky and tar," I recited. "You sell tar?" he asked, lowering his voice. "Openly?" "Doesn't everyone?" I raised an eyebrow. Tar required a license to sell. No one around here could afford somet...
Submitted to Contest #63
Reaching for an apple-picking basket, Davyn did as he was told that morning (and every other) and inspected the rules on the tool shed wall. His younger brother Kersil stood silently beside him, reading the rules also. It was dark, as it always was in the shed, but the reaper behind them commanded regardless that they read the rules aloud. Such was protocol by now. "Rule 1. The apple trees are dead, but grow apples regardless. There will never be a ripe apple, but we will pick them regardless." The brothers spoke in unison, the reaper sile...
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