I was sitting at home, alone. I was sulking, as I had no one to invite to my birthday. Nobody wanted to come to the birthday of a lawyer who defended serial killers, especially since I got so many off without punishment. My own family wouldn’t talk to me. There was a knock at my door. I answered and my secretary had a line of clients I’d freed all the way down the block. “Come in,” I said. I celebrated the day with one hundred serial killer clients I’d helped skirt the law. It was a killer good time.
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Alex H Mittelman
I love writing and just finished my first novel. Writing since I was nine. I’m on the autism spectrum but that doesn’t stop me! If you like my stories, click the heart, leave a comment. Link to book: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CQZVM6WJ
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I’d get to school and proudly hand my work to my teacher. “Review my work please,” I’d say. She’d always give me a C and tell me “you can do better.” I skipped the bus today and followed my teacher home. I told my parents I was at a sleep over and had my friend cover for me. I snuck into her room and took pictures of us next to each other. I showed her the pictures the next day. “Please don’t show anyone those, I’ll give you an A+ and $100” she said. “You can do better,” I replied.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Summoned
Caves have an odd smell: mineral, fungal, traces of the feces of bats and the slow rot of silent, blind fish in dark, subterranean pools. I have heard the young men of the village mock each other by sniffing an exhalation and declaring: "Cave breath!" as though it were a mortal insult, some potent hex. I know what they mean, now. Imagine that the petrichor, the rich and pungent cologne that rain dapples soil with, became concentrated, corrupted, and was breathed into the mouth of someone who will never, fully exhale.
By D. J. Reddall4 days ago in Fiction
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See, what goes around comes around. So always help people, especially serial killers 🤣🤣🤣
Good story ❤️💯🎬