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Submitted to Contest #53
The heat always reminded me of her. It matched her personality: harsh, forceful, and itchy under the skin, like the dresses I wore when she treated me like a girl. Even in my childhood memories, her hair was always curled; stylized in a doll-like perfection. I wondered what it would take to make her snap.The ice-pop in my hand melted, despite the AC being on full blast. I was answering my own questions with that unnaturally blue liquid dripping on my hand. Adora would hate that. She would hate anything out of order, including me. Or, ra...
Submitted to Contest #48
Her fingers drummed nervously on the steering wheel, the sight of her chipped nail polish making her more agitated than she already was. Huffing, she readjusted the back view mirror, just to have something to do. She was at that very gas station at the edge of the city. Just next to the highway. The emergency meeting spot set years ago and solidified by commonly spilt blood. Waiting, waiting and waiting. There was no one behind her, and her phone had no notifications. She flipped her hair to the side. Sighed, checked the blank screen again,...
Submitted to Contest #44
Here is a secret: I am allergic to bees. I found this out while murdering the high-ranking banker in his private greenhouse on his multi-billion dollar estate. Forgot to load the gun, had to improvise with the shears: they were painfully dull. (For someone stealing so much money, he should have invested in hiring better gardeners.) Apparently he liked bee keeping. And committing fraud. My swollen face prevented me to be commissioned for much kills after, but business never slows down… I guess the only thing you don’t nee...
Submitted to Contest #43
His head was swollen and pink the first time she saw him, and when they swaddled him onto her chest she let her sweaty forehead rest against his, and she saw his dark brown eyes for the first time. The trip home from the hospital was a nerve-wracking affair, full of baby car seat anxiety and newly mothered clingy-ness that resulted in her sitting at the back with him – who dozed off not even five minutes into the ride.As most kids when they are three, he was obsessed with chocolate. His cheeks were permanently stained a light brown giving hi...
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