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PROMPT FIVE

SOME MONSTERS CAN'T BE KILLED

by Elizabeth McKinney

“Okay, she’s awake. You have five minutes.”

 

He comes into my room, face pallid and drawn. Taking a seat next to my bed, he lifts my hand where it rests next to me on the quilt and softly kisses it. For a long moment, he just sits there, my hand cradled between his palms.

 

“Hey,” I whisper finally ...

BREAKOUT

by Susannah Martin

“We can do it, Tori,” Ben whispered to me. His hand clamped down on my tense shoulder. “We’ve made it this far. All we have to do is make it to the trees.”

 

He sounded much more confident than I felt. I couldn’t bring myself to match his smile. After all, escaping prison is no laughing matter ...

HALF THE MAN

by Jake Sauppe

Carlos stormed into his apartment and collapsed face-first onto his bed. It had been one of those days again.

 

 Prone on the sheets, he lifted his head and ran a hand through his short, black hair while taking a deep breath. The warm glow of the bedside lamp exposed the two beads of sweat snaking from his temple to the stubble of his chin. Next to the lamp, his deceased wife watched him ...

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