The following #vss365
Updated July 13, 2019 to include links to the original posts.
Date: January 8, 2019
Cold water pulsed around my feet, pushing me toward the orange hole gaping before me. The favorite water slide of my youth now seemed small and uncomfortable. I sat down in the relentless water and pushed off, my bare back scraping the plastic ridges. Never again.
Date: January 9, 2019
I’m hunched over, cradling the grimy toilet. Puke, drool, and chocolate cake crumbs smear my chin and the back of my hand. My stomach churns into my throat and I shove my face over the bowl again.
I only ate it because the principal told me to. I’ll never eat it again.
Date: January 10, 2019
Werewolf chef for hire.
Specialty dishes include: redneck steak, herb-crusted fisherman, sweet and sour vampire, bourbon pecan witch, pumpkin spice hipster, and politican sushi.
Needs full moons off.
Date: January 11, 2019
He wore a dark polo, a small logo sewn into the breast. Dirt stained his pant knee and work boots. A scuffed toolbox rattled when he tapped it with his boot.
“A handyman? That’s who you’re posing as?”
He smirked. “Everyone trusts their repairman.”
Date: January 12, 2019
His smile haunted her dreams. Alluring, warm, soft, with long white fangs revealed through parted lips, slick with saliva and dripping venom. She knew she needed to look at his eyes, to remember his face. But she could never draw her gaze away from his deadly canines.
Date: January 15, 2019
Flecks of grass strands stuck out of the dirt mound like hairs on a mole. The cold dirt squished between my fingers. Of all the places to bury her, Dad chose her favorite patch of grass. Now if I wanted to talk, only her decaying remains could listen.
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