DF Part 7: Memories

The room was small and stuffy. Sweat glistened on the bare arms of the woman sitting in the bed, rocking back and forth, and wailing. I watched her from the door unable to comfort her.

The Strangest Pipe

The day Liz discovered the pipe was a bad one from the start. First, she overslept and was late for school. Second, her nemesis Alana was wearing the same grey and pink sweater as her as if she’d spied on Liz when she ordered it three days ago. Third, and this was the worst, Liz got a B- on a psychology paper she had been really excited about. Apparently, her teacher had not been as excited about the result of her excitement.

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The Bullet Part 2

Gareth was tall and lanky and blond, with deep-set green eyes, and he looked my age, early twenties. He also looked like the last person to know anything about gunshot or any other wounds. And he seemed to have a case of the sniffles, which, I was sure, was not caused by a virus.

One Very Gory Story

This story’s story is a funny one. I submitted it for an anthology of fake tabloid news, the gorier the better. But the anthology never happened. The editors said the stories were so diverse they couldn’t organize them in any coherent way. So, here it is, my gory story. 18+, I guess.