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Eileen had learned to recognize the sound of trouble before it ever reached her desk. You knew trouble had arrived when you heard the click of high heels on the tile floor in the Wildlife Agency's hallway. It was the rush of silence that fell over the permits office whenever her supervisor, Melody Brown, appeared in the doorway. It was in the way everyone seemed to focus on their computer screens and lower their voices. Eileen had worked at the agency for ten years as a Permits Processor. Her job was mostly paperwork: reviewing applications,...
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CW: references to violence, torture, and murder The Testimony of Marie “My name is Marie Baptiste. Born and raised in Louisiana. I cook for Madame Delphine LaLaurie. “I’ve been waitin a long time to tell you what happen in this here house. And fore you ask why I waited, know this: I didn’t choose to keep quiet. “I was cursed.” The words came from the corner of the dark kitchen. Kimberly Alexander froze. She had been living in the old New Orleans mansion for only three weeks. She had moved from Little Rock, Arkansas with her husband, Ryan, a...
Weekly Contest #370
The clock above the clerk’s desk read 3:17 a.m. Angela glanced back at it every couple of minutes. The pain moved through her body like something was alive. It started in her arm, then traveled upward towards her shoulder and downward towards her ribs. Every breath felt like broken glass. She pressed her hand against her mouth to keep from screaming. “Please,” she whispered. “I need something for my pain.” The nurse didn't look up. “The doctor will be with you shortly.” Angela swallowed. “I have sickle cell disease. My pain plan is in MyChar...
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