A to Z Challenge 2018
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Conclusion – X, Y, and Z
X Marks the Spot Mel “I think, therefore I am.” Five little words to explain human existence. It’s become my mantra as I meander down the empty road. I am still flesh, blood, bone. Still mind coherent. Still…human. Carol didn’t… Continue reading
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Werewolf
“I was a doctor before Grace,” he says. Grace, who is real. An elderly woman who came to his office one day with a dire problem. “I thought it was an advanced form of dementia. Then she invited me down here—” We… Continue reading
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Vulture
Mel The high doesn’t last. Yes, in that way it is like sex. The pleasure shoots you to the moon—until you orgasm, come crashing down, back to earth, where you roll over and realize the man lying in your bed… Continue reading
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U.S. Army
He’s not hysterical like me, ready to call the police, the national guard, the army… My mind races a mile a minute with scenarios as I wrap the towel around my torso, hands shaking. Are there more out there like Mel?… Continue reading
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Til Death Do Us Part
If you’ve been following this series since the beginning, then you know I opened it with a scene that left you with a lot of questions. Since then, the story has slowly started to come together as we’ve picked up… Continue reading
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Serial Killer
“Her eyes were dead.” That’s what I say when I get into the car, when I run back to the serial killer. Mel was lying on the floor, in a pool of blood, and the man (her date?) was on top… Continue reading
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Rebirth
Mel I’m hungry. I lost my appetite at dinner, but it’s come back now. As he kisses me lower, that familiar song runs through my head… I didn’t know that I was starving ’til I… “How do I taste?” He doesn’t… Continue reading
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Question
He agrees to take me home. He just confessed to murdering multiple women… And he agrees to take me home. What is it about me that has spared my life? What am I to him but a drunken one-night stand?… Continue reading
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Prisoner
“I’m not crazy,” he says. Funny, I’ve spent the last twenty-four hours trying to convince myself that this was all just an alcohol-induced delusion, and the first thing out of his mouth is he’s not crazy. One of us has to be sane. And… Continue reading
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Oral Tradition
Mel What’s the point in locking the door when the monster is already inside? I thought I could save my night with a simple kiss. Real dates don’t start until after the traditional goodnight smooch anyway, right? “One kiss from… Continue reading
Nortina Simmons, Writer 