The Submission:
I brought my beloved home to meet the family. They were so excited; mother was wearing her favourite wool jumper, father was suited up, and even little Mickey was dressed up nice and smart.

I sat her at the table and helped mother in the kitchen; she had been slow cooking the meat all day long, the potatoes were crispy, and the vegetables were steamed and ready. When I brought the food to my sweetheart, she screamed and raved and refused to eat.

So ungrateful! And after mother spent hours chopping and basting and seasoning her jerk of a “boyfriend”.

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The Submission:
Ted whistled as he pulled up his vegetables, soaking up the warm sun and enjoying the music that drifted across the garden from the radio. Having been out there all morning, he stretched with a groan and headed inside, stopping to wash his hands before making a snack. As his rough hand clasped the spigot, he noticed an odd discolouration around the faucet, but chalked it up to limescale. It wasn’t until later, when chunks of bloody meat were spewing from his lips and his flesh turned to rotten ash that he began to suspect it was something far worse.

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The Submission:
He watched her from across the aisle, admiring the purity of her form. Her hair was a shining cascade of red, her skin peachy smooth, her eyes gleaming with joy. She greeted every customer with a beaming smile, and tackled every task with an enthusiasm that made his heart ache. He switched his shifts just so he could watch her, and followed her home each day, always keeping his distance. He watched, unseen, through her window as she cooked and danced, and her gasp of surprise when he laid his hands on her sent a chill racing up his spine…

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The Submission:
Gordon led the SWAT team into the apartment. As they fanned out, he tentatively entered the rancid master bedroom. The curtains were drawn, the windows taped over, and the room was filled with flies. They buzzed around a partially mummified corpse strapped to the bed; rigor mortis had long since passed by this poor soul, who was little more than a contorted, dismembered skeleton silently screaming at the ceiling.

A floorboard creaked and Gordon whirled around, a heartbeat too late to stop the hulking man pouncing on him, duct tape in hand, a gleeful smile plastered to his leathery lips.

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The Submission:
Debby jammed the iron pole between her and the ravenous creature trying to clamp his sharp fangs on her neck. His blood red eyes glared malicious and he spat obscenities, furiously swiping at her. Screaming, she rolled aside to avoid being split open, and lost her weapon. She scrambled to her feet, slipping on the wet stone ground, and felt the vampire’s vice-like grip clamp around her ankle. He dragged her across the ground, baring his shining fangs, and loomed over her, his rabid saliva dropping into her teary eyes. Debby whispered a prayer as the vampire began to feed.

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The Submission:
When she’d first found the book, Rachel couldn’t believe her luck.

Finally, after decades of searching, she’d found that most ancient of tomes. Her hands shook as she turned the parchment-like pages, reading aloud the lost incantations that would bestow her the power she needed to avenge herself.

From the shadows of the room crept forth an unspeakable demon; red slits for eyes and clawed talons for hands. Instead of granting her wishes, it wrenched her soul from her body, consuming it, and took her form for its own with glee. Perusing the book, the demon couldn’t believe its luck.

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The Submission:
Sarah stomped out across the patio, angrily wiping her hands on the bottom of her apron, as Stan stood in the middle of the veg patch, his shovel long forgotten.

“Fuckin’ what?!” she spat. “I’m in th’ middla dinner…!”

“Shut yer bollocks and just look!”

Sarah rolled her eyes and glared at the soggy, dirt-ridden ground. “Dirt,” she scowled. “You brought me out here for dirt?”

“Don’t be so wet!” Stan growled, “Look there!”

Exasperated, Sarah followed Stan’s dirty finger and saw a strange, pulsating mass writhing in the dirt. “What the…?”

“I dunno!” Stan cried. “I just dug it up.”

Sarah reached out and the thought better of it. she grabbed Stan’s shovel and tentatively poked at the throbbing, slimy mass, which rippled with a shiver.

“D’yah think…” the words died in Sarah’s mouth as the slimy ball lashed out, whipping up the length of the shovel with a number of slug-like tentacles.

Sarah screamed and tossed the shovel aside just as the tentacles clenched around it, snapping it in two. Stan moved to urge her away and one of them snaked around his ankle, corroding the skin, and he tumbled to his knees in pain.

“Git up! Gitthefuckup!” Sarah bellowed, tugging on Stan’s arm as the slimy mass began to crawl up his calf, eating away his flesh as it went.

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The Submission:
Jonesy tore through the weeds and grass, ripping up handfuls of clovers and soggy dirt in a frantic search for any trace of the mushroom.

He wrenched at roots, tearing his fingernails in his desperate search. He was rapid, frothing, a fiery ache in his stomach at the desire to experience the unmitigated euphoria offered by the fungi.

He didn’t give two shits about Mark; the idiot just couldn’t stomach the pressure. Jonesy had barely batted an eyelid when he’d seen his friend shrivel to a corpse and turn to dust before his eyes.

All he wanted was another taste.

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The Submission:
When I got married, I never expected to be arguing about the colour of the walls!

She wanted green, but I wanted turquoise. Apparently, not agreeing with her made me the most unreasonable person ever to live.

In her outburst, she hurled insults at me that I thought cut deeper than any knife but, as I plunged the blade into her, that turned out not to be true.

The crimson spray splattered across the walls; in her agony, she left streaks of gore staining the room.

In that moment, I realised we were both wrong: red is much more fitting.

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The Submission:
The survivors crawled from their bunker, weak from starvation, their eyes partially blinded by the glaring sunrise. The city lay in ruins all around them; buildings were smouldering remains, cars were flaming wrecks, and the torn remains of bodies littered the wreckage. As they stumbled into the rubble of the civilised world, their elation at having survived was short-lived as a hoard of croaking, malformed creatures marched ominously towards them, blasting with heat rays that seared limbs from bodies and ripped open chests upon impact. The survivors tried to run, but radiation poisoning made them easy prey to their invaders.

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