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These were from an ambitious project where they planned to have 42 stories in 42 different categories, and each story had a 42-character title and was 42 words long.  Two of the ones I submitted were accepted.  It's also worth noting that you could submit multiple entries so long as each one had a different author name, so I had to crack out some pseudonyms.)

​The Negative Ramifications of Heartbreak

by Wm. Brett Hill
(Category:  Steampunk)
Saltpeter lifted the chest plate and set it aside. "This may sting a little," he said.
“I feel no pain, doctor. I'm more machine than human," answered the automaton.
Holding up the dead, black heart the doctor sighed. "Make that 'all machine." 

I'm Sure You're Curious Why I Gathered You

by G.L. Monroe
(Category:  Mystery)
​“I can tell you with certainty that the killer is in this room.”
Detective Filou watched everyone present, all seven wondering which one had done the deed.
He smiled, remembering the joy he had felt plunging the dagger into his victim’s back.
Both published 26 October 2024 in "42 Stories Anthology Presents:  Book of 42"

For what it's worth, I submitted four stories to them, but only the those two were chosen, and since I wrote these for purpose I'll just leave them here for giggles.

It Ain't What They Call You, It's What You Answer To

by Augustus Culver
(Category:  Western)
Gus saw the side-eye, and groaned inwardly.
“Archie MacGowan, is that you?  They said you was—”
The ear-splitting crack of his sidearm drew stares from passersby.
“He drew first,” Gus said as he stepped over the body and continued on his way.

Good Help Is Hard to Find, or The Making of a Menace

by J. Anthony Quill
(Category:  Fairy Tale)
Nanny hunched over the fire.
“Get to bed, and hope the Noxlings don’t take you.”
“Do they take bad children?”
Nanny cackled.  “The good children fill their pots.”
Dennis, eyes like saucers, dumped his milk on the floor.
Nanny grinned. “Good lad.”