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Write about a character with questionable morals.

Posted in Dark on Oct 31, 2022

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Your Cat™️ Customer Service

Winner of Contest #158 🏆

Hi, I'm Timmy McHill and drugs and AA started me on the road to where I am today in the world of feline telephone fraud. I’m not sure which one, maybe both. My career in Customer Service began right after I took a quick detour from university at age 19. My educational readjustment happened because the University Police didn't understand the economic theory of harm reduction. Since the nursing students I was attending class with had an inflexible demand for party drugs, they would be dealing with real drug dealers downtown, which was har...

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Like a Baseball Bat to the Face

Shortlisted for Contest #158 ⭐️

“I need your car.”“Carrie, it’s the middle of the night—”“Simms,” she says in a low voice, unnaturally calm. “Walk back to your bedroom, tell your wife to shut up, grab your keys, and bring them to me.”“C’mon, Carrie,” he whines. Simms is as petulant as a boy whose mother dotes on him—one of the reasons Carrie dumped him in high school.Thirty years later, he is just as weak.“Now, Simms. Hurry.”Simms turns, complying with her request, not because he loves her—but because he loves his wife far less. “Goodness, Simmy! Who is at the door th...

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Love Letters from Lexington Prison

Shortlisted for Contest #158 ⭐️

April 2, 2022Dearest Lou,I miss you so very much. Seeing you on Saturday only made me love you more. Did you get the $300 I put into your account before I left? To think that you are locked in that teeny tiny cell all alone keeps me up all night. My only solace is knowing I can visit you every weekend, even if it takes me 8 hours to drive to see you. I have enclosed the photo you requested of me and my daughter, Betsy. Have they accepted your request for a retrial? I know you are innocent of killing those girls. My Lou would never hurt anyon...

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Aftermath of the Water Wars

Submitted to Contest #158

It’s been five years since our scouts found this planet. Our home was just like it once, before the population boomed and the planet developed into the technological, advanced civilization it is now. One thing we took for granted was the reason for our mission. We sought the fundamental resource our planet no longer had. Water.  I thought back to my childhood when the Water Wars divided the world. The countries with natural water resources became the world powers. But even the most powerful and wealthy countries had a limit to their r...

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The Gift of Prophecy

Submitted to Contest #158

"The current ruling is undeniably unjust; there are currently many languishing in prison for the 'crime' of trying to save a human life. The expectation of inhumane apathy must end, starting with the liberation of those wrongfully condemned!". The speaker was a short man who appeared to be balding. Matt recognised him but couldn't put a name to him. He was older than most Change advocates, many of whom were young and, in Matt's opinion, too immature to think through the consequences thoroughly. "Gallery, we have heard this all before." Mat...

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Meeting Death at MacDonalds

Submitted to Contest #158

Mike was high as a kite that had binged PCP. He always seemed to do his best work when he was stoned, though his many former employers disagreed.             Between volleys of bullets, he stumbled and wobbled his way through enemy fire, clicking his fingers. The multiverse was a continuous carousel of universes. Clicking on one hand took him one way, clicking the other hand took him back.             Putting in the work to...

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A Good Man

Submitted to Contest #158

The five thirty-three to Reading departed London Paddington. Onboard the train was Jill. Jill was in love with Saj; she was married to Ben. Ben, better known as Dr Benjamin Morgan MBE (awarded for “Services to Paediatric Medicine”), was a good man. As Jill sat there, head pressed up against the glass window, watching the suburbs of London fly by in the dusk light, she reflected on her recent revelation: she was leaving Ben today. Saj had been offered a job in Canada, something in IT, and she had decided to move with him. Why? She was in...

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The Coder

Submitted to Contest #158

“Davey, is you ok?” His mother’s accent came through stronger than usual whenever she was panicking. David sighed, turning off the speaker on his phone. Another melodrama! He was sure it would be something not worth discussing. As always. “I’m fine, mom. What happened this time?” “Oh, I glad you ok. So, they get money all right?” David sat up feeling like something yucky stirred in his stomach in anticipation of trouble. “What money, mom? What are you talking about?” She went into a long confusing story but he finally was able to get the gis...

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Crash

Submitted to Contest #158

It was about twenty past nine o’clock at night. There was a light condensation on the windshield of Edwards Corolla. It had been raining all through the day but had mostly stopped by this point. He did not even see the car coming at first.Edward had been driving home from work at the assisted living facility he worked at, treating patients with mental handicaps resulting from brain injuries, strokes, or just sheer bad luck like plowing into a semi-truck while riding a motorcycle or getting their head bashed in with a pipe wrench by their wif...

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Spaces between Mirrors

Submitted to Contest #158

Jack - known to his admirers and his mother as ‘Szal’ - sat on the applecrate in his cluttered little apartment above a lonely bookshop and leaned in to his large, ornate mirror. The young vulpine mage tried to look beyond the edges - to the left, and then to the right - his blue eyes scanning for any sign of his benefactor.  “The Museum of Transgressions is real, master!” He said to the mirror, a little too excitedly, “And, on top of that, I obtained the compass that will lead us there.” If Jack successfully stole the robes of Sava...

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The Evil That Lies Within

Submitted to Contest #158

It was a beautiful afternoon for playing games. The sun was out, and not a cloud in the sky. It was a perfect day for play and several children from town were taking advantage of it. Through the laughter of the children, one voice rang out. “You’re it, Thomas!” Tag was far from one of Thomas’ favorite games, and he frownedat his plight, for he was smaller than the other children, and rarely was ableto run anyone down to tag them. Still, he had no choice but to try. Again, andagain, he would chase after them, trying to tag them, but as much a...

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Getaway Car

Submitted to Contest #158

Getaway Car Unfortunately, love makes you do crazy things. Those were the words in the back of my head that day. “We’d be kinda like Bonnie and Clyde,” Marcus said, shaking my arms. He wiggled them so they jiggled like worms, and I shrugged and sighed. “I don’t know,” I groaned, leaning on the steering wheel. “Well maybe you don’t have a goddamn choice Jesse, jeez!” He slammed his fists onto the dashboard. I shuttered. “Sorry baby,” he gruffed. I froze. “Just please, please won’t you fucking just do it… for me?” I shook my head violent...

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Hunting Season

Submitted to Contest #158

It always ended the same way with Collie. Another three-week bender that kicked off with a "celebration hit" at a friend's college party left him on the familiar bed of a sticky bus shelter bench once again. Unsure of how many last times he had left in him, he rifled around the pockets of his jean jacket, collecting all of twelve cents. He glimpsed the remnants of what looked to be a disconnected payphone next to him as he rose from the bench and tried to stand, his whole body pleading for mercy. Collie considered waiting for the bus and hed...

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Just Don't Be An Idiot

Submitted to Contest #158

“Just don’t be an idiot.” Keith said to me. “Like you?” I said sarcastically.“Just shut up for a sec, would ya?!” Keith retorted.“You shut up!” I glowered at him.“Argh. All I wanted to do was put a fake snake on Mar-Mar’s homework for that one time she told on me. Like literally, all I did was hide ONE broccoli in my sock.”“You mean ALL your broccolis AND a carrot too!”“Stop talking. My ears need a break.” Keith cupped his hands over his ears.“What, this fabulous voice?” I started singing off key very loudly.“STOP!!!!”***“Just don’t be ...

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The Wilford Reading Room

Submitted to Contest #158

"Could you send me bank statements on behalf of your foundation? We're not seeing where the money's going." Greg took a long drag from his cigarette and let the smoke curl away from his lips. He hadn't considered that someone would look for a paper trail. He tapped his finger on the countertop, stared down at his phone, and stirred his mind for an answer. He heard an uncomfortable cough come through the speaker. "Look-- Irma, was it?" "No, my name's--" "Sure. Irma, Charles Wilford Literary Foundation is a cornerstone of this communit...

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