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"Wanna do something fun?" Baron's sinister smile was met with whoops and hollers from the crowd. They bound Marty's hands and ankles with black electrician's tape and booted him into the pit. Everyone watched from above as he peeled his pulpy face from the metal floor and laboriously lurched onto his back, propping his pulverized body against the side of the empty tank. His hair fell over his severe brows obscuring his swollen, dirt-caked face as he spit red between his legs. Baron wiped the blood off his knuckles and yelled down, "You're do...
Submitted to Contest #88
Some men have an undeniably powerful presence. When they walk into a room, the air changes. All wandering eyes latch onto his inflated chest and raised chin, all ears perk up at the sound of his commanding tongue, and all minds cannot help but wonder about him. Men of power, money and self-importance dominate everything in their path. But sometimes a man possesses this presence separate from petty traits—a presence that is innately rooted in his being. It originates from wisdom, strength of character, charisma and accumulation of curiosities...
Submitted to Contest #85
That’s the thing about this city…it ensnares you like a fishhook through flesh. This town is a sly seaman; he baits his rod with strong drinks and glitter, with aces high and uncovered nipples, with unfathomable ceilings and cigar smoke, with the grinning ghosts of Frank and Sammy. We—the daffy little fishes that we are—take one look at that spangled lure, our pupils dilate like pancake batter on the griddle. Dangling there in the sunlight is our chance to kiss inhibitions goodbye, to lap up fame and fortune, to wrap our lips around a fat st...
Submitted to Contest #84
I’ve always been a bad sleeper. When I’ve hit my REM cycle and am far away in dreamland, things are frickin’ peachy. That’s not the issue. It’s the winding down, drifting off, corralling the cobwebs in the mind that I struggle with. Everything we came to count on in our world was completely thrown off its axis this past year. In the same tradition, my small improvements in learning how to sleep were dropkicked out of a 10-story building; just like what your ex did to your collection of Sheryl Crow CDs. I’ve tried switching positions, which...
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