Bad Seeds | Dai semi cattivi crescono le mele marce #1

Brotherhood of Evil Writers
B.E.W is an anonymous collective of American authors brought together for this collection of stories and inspired by illustrations. We gave each of them a selection of pictures with just one request: the stories must contain the word “seed” or “seeds.”

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Copyright di Dilka Bear

POMEGRANATE SEEDS
Written by Hemlock, illustrated by Dilka Bear

We were in the third grade. When we went back to school after the Christmas holidays, Caroline gave me a pomegranate. For some reason it must have seemed like a precious gift to her. She told me its seeds brought good luck. I suppose that’s why I killed her. I took advantage of a moment when our moms weren’t looking and I drowned her in the fountain at the park.
Everybody thought it was a tragic accident. Later someone said that the fountain should be removed, but after many years, it’s still there.

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Copyright di Eleanor Davis

FOUR SISTERS
Written by Pumpkinhead illustrated by Eleanor Davis

Four sisters, each born one year apart, but it was as if they were twins, born from the same pod. Four seeds closed in one single shell. Always together.
One day the pod opened and each went her own way.
One became a doctor and one a killer. One left and went to live far away, one was left in a wheelchair after an accident. The first one didn’t talk to the second one. The third one didn’t hear from the others very often.
And yet, after the first sister died, none of the others ever missed a funeral.

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Copyright di Pierre Mornet

A FUN GAME
Written by Magma illustrated by Pierre Mornet

There were many people I hated. I don’t know why I had this idea: I took some seeds and put them in different pots.
I gave each one the name of someone I hated. The first to sprout will be that of the first person to die, I told myself. It seemed like a fun game.
Everyday I gave the same amount of water to each pot; I didn’t want to cheat.
I was really curious to see which one would sprout first.
At last Andrew’s pot sprouted.
He died, a month later, in a car accident.
Meanwhile, one after the other, all the others sprouted too.
A fun game.

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