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Challenge of the Month XXXIV
Alright, you magnificent psychopaths: $100 in the winner's pocket. 100 word minumum, no limit for maximum. Minimum number of entries required: 25. For this one, the winner is chosen by the most likes. Long poem or short story. Or long story. Light in on fire. -You're an alcoholic detective in a dangerous city, 2030, where technology and instant sight identification from any lens anywhere will not only identify the person, their history, their DNA, but also their personality profile, no matter who they are or where they live. Yet, a mass murderer has successfully evaded detection, forensics, and leaving behind even a molecule of DNA at the scenes of the crimes. But, your bloodhound nose is onto something...
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Murky Clarity
I'm on to them, or maybe they're on to me. I don't know what's safe anymore. I don't know who to trust. This untraceable killer has the city on a knife's edge. I have to stay sharp. My mind needs to be...okay, one more sip. The bourbon is smooth, warm, familiar. It feels as safe as anything right now. My bloodshot eyes don't recognize themselves in the mirror, but my bloodhound nose is giving my boozehound brain a theory. What has no life, but can take life? Perhaps the danger is closer than I knew. Maybe each murder started decades ago. Lives dripping away, spilling over, eventually evaporating. The bottle beckons wickedly as its next victim reaches for it. As my grip on the killer's neck tightens, my grip on life loosens.