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Weekly Contest #340
Cw: mild swearing, brief sexual talk “Please, dear God, make it stop.” I muttered quietly, rubbing the bridge of my scarred nose to try and alleviate the headache while the ballad went on. Fleming finished with his song, rounding about the ale soaked tavern tables and giving a bow, “Thank you! Thank you! But the real honor of praise goes to Theodon the Mighty!” He pointed back to me, banjo in his off hand, a wide smile on his face. The same face I’m going to beat black and blue one of these days. Again. A woman approached him, s...
Weekly Contest #338
Story contains adult topics, sexual innuendos, sexual acts, humor. I heard it then. The ever-growing whispers of two people at the next table. I tried to block it out, needing to focus on studying. Midterms were in a week and I was going to fail my molecular biology test. Mr. Howard was one of the strictest professors I had ever been around “You’re not seriously going out with him again, are you?” Voice one asks, carrying over to me despite my best efforts. “You bet your ass I was! It’s not every day you find someone willing to hav...
Weekly Contest #335
It was darker than it should’ve been. Probably courtesy to the mostly dead light beams along the tunnel ceiling. Or maybe it had something to do with the platform. The air felt heavier, too. Almost damp. Not with moisture, but something just as clinging. Something that took residence upon my flesh like a second skin. An almost viscous substance I couldn’t quite feel enough to wipe off. The platform, on the other hand, was just as disturbingly off. On either end, where the old, ugly and faded green tiles arched the openings for the train, ...
Weekly Contest #333
“Valerie Banks?” A worker called out, snagging my attention. I saw her dull, expressionless face. I had gotten used to Abby’s mask. The same one she always wore so she didn’t get attached to the patients. It was easier that way, I knew it. I had been admitted here a few times. This was the only time that I nearly went to the morgue instead. Standing up, I shoved my hands into the cream colored sweats they gave all the patients. No ties, and nothing with strings. No easy access to any chemical or food, either. The thin socks with rubber grips...
Weekly Contest #326
CW: Sexual violence, gore, violence, swearing, abduction, gaslighting, manipulation. I stared at him, waiting for him to place the food. I knew he would try something. I didn’t trust him. “Come one, Leah, don’t you want something to eat?” He crooned, moving a little closer. I pressed harder into the wall, trying to keep my distance. “I want nothing from you.” I spit out, giving him my best death glare. The last time I tried hitting him back I ended up not being able to move for a few days. Grady’s face turned dark again as he dropped the pl...
Weekly Contest #325
TW: Gore “Something was there! I know something was there. I just can’t see it.” I told Levi, hoping he would believe me this time. His blue eyes looked me the same way they always did when I told him I was haunted by this thing. “There isn’t anything around, Aaron,” he leaned over the coffee table, wood groaning, “do you need to see someone again?” Shoving back, I tried my best to get over the sting of betrayal. Again. “No! I’m not crazy! Something is watching me! It’s a demon or something! It’s always right there in the corner of ...
CW: Domestic abuse, physical violence, mental health It wasn’t always bad. She was usually pretty easy to deal with as long as I didn’t piss her off. Or did something she deemed disrespectful. “Honey, I’m sorry.” My voice broke a little, cheek still burning from her hand. Those hazel eyes I still loved stared at me with so much anger. “You know better than this, Nathan.” She scolded me like I was a toddler and not her husband. “I know, and I’m sorry. I’ll make sure the dishes are done before bed.” I did my best to try and calm the situation ...
Weekly Contest #321
I had forgotten how it happened. I mean, I knew how it happened, but I had forgotten how I got into this mess. I still didn’t know who had done it, but I was close to finding out. At least, I was. Standing on the edge of the twelve-story building, the wind raged against the flags and trees of the small brick town. The leaves blew across the street far below, branches shaking, plastic and paper bags dancing through the street. I didn’t feel it. I didn’t feel a thing. Not once in eighty-nine years had I felt anything at all save for thos...
Weekly Contest #320
“All that is gold does not glitter,Not all those who wander are lost;The old that is strong does not wither,Deep roots are not reached by the frost.From the ashes a fire shall be woken,A light from the shadows shall spring;Renewed shall be blade that was broken;The crownless again shall be king.”- J.R.R. Tolkien The car swerved as I drove down the winding, woodsy roads. The headlights showed flashes of red, yellow, and orange. Twilight streamed through sections of the leaf canopy as I continued. I needed to keep going. I needed it all to...
Weekly Contest #319
Tw: Gore, light swearing The last of the gang members' bodies hit the floor in a dull, wet thud. I let out a breath, trying to calm my raging heart. There was blood and body parts everywhere, including on my clothes. Over the centuries I had gotten better at keeping clean, but this was needlessly messy. Someone tipped them off that I was coming. They were too prepared for someone like me. Looking around the room, I counted my kills. Boss told me he wanted all thirty-eight members dead. There were only thirty-seven. I knew he would be upset w...
Weekly Contest #317
My alarm woke me up. Groaning, I rolled over to turn it off. Another day in the middle of nowhere working in a tiny coffee shop. It wasn’t a terrible life. I liked that the town was so small. I was new to it, but everyone seemed to be happy and kind. I was on a first name basis with the mailman already and I’ve only been here a month. I put on my all black uniform, grabbing my black apron. Shoving my arms in my hoodie, I left for the early morning shift. I desperately needed the entire first pot of coffee from the shop. I locked my ap...
Weekly Contest #316
TW for light gore and swearing.“I’ll see you tomorrow!” I shouted over my shoulder to Dusitn. Today had been a long day in the morgue. I left the cold, damp, cement lower levels of the hospital, making my way home. Today had been absolutely nasty and disgusting. The Jane Doe we got had been all cut up and beat from something. Or I guess someone. She was found in an alley a few blocks down from my apartment. I hated all the damage and pain I saw everyday. I hated seeing all the poverty, beaten people, murdered prostitutes or spouses, mis...
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