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Write about two friends getting into a fist fight.

Posted in Angst on Jun 16, 2023

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When It Hits You

Submitted to Contest #203

He punched me in the face, my teeth rattling around in my mouth, my brain clanging against the side of my skull like the sharp crash of cymbals, and there I lay.It was raining, and the bell for first period was well in the past, a distant, hazy memory as I tried to recover from Niki's dizzying blow."You're such an asshole," Niki spat at me, running his injured hand back through his short brown hair, clinging to his temples from the downpour. My vision cleared just enough to reveal to me that he had tears streaming down his face, turning away...

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Wakey wakey

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‘Who has a wake at an American diner?’‘It’s fine. They're on a low income.’‘They're poor you mean?’‘Deprived.’First man pauses.‘Broke.’‘We all live within our means.’First man laughs.‘Alright, Mystic Meg!’First man takes a sip of his vanilla milkshake from the rippled glass.‘Fuckin’ Cryptic Craig. Just say it like it is- They're skint!’First man then takes a straw from the holder in the middle of the table and puts it in his milkshake.‘Money does not a person make.’‘No, but it really fuckin’ helps.’First man takes a silver hip flask out of t...

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Ripples

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*** WARNING: physical violence, bad language and drugs ***Paul's teeth wobbled, mouth flooding with salty wetness, eye throbbing hot, knuckles gashed, and stinging. The urge to stop, to run, to cry, was almost overpowering, but it seemed every student of Saint Patrick's school had come to watch the brawl. What could he really do but continue, he had cast the first stone so to say. Spitting his fears into the gravel sports track, he squinted against the evening sun and raised his shaking battered fists."Come on then!" he shouted, forcing brav...

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Cleansing

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Every Sunday, we watch someone die.This Sunday, as usual, every seat in the arena is filled because all residents of the Community are required to attend the Cleansing. I fidget in my hard plastic seat, muscles tense, eyes on the pedestal at the center of the arena where the Governor should appear any moment. Next to me, my best friend Alena slouches in her seat, eyes flickering across the thousands of people in their seats. As if death doesn’t hang over us like a veil, suffocating every soul. It’s definitely hanging over my dad, who lo...

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The Show: A Mike Dodge Mystery

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It started before I could respond, escalated before I could process it, and intensified quickly beyond my ability or inclination to intervene.In my defense, I’d known them for more than two decades and had always found their deep and enduring friendship somewhat beyond nauseating. I certainly didn’t expect Tammy and Robbie to skip the eight steps from Bette Midler and Barbara Hershey to Bette and Joan and wind up duking it out in the Millington Performing Arts Center parking lot.“Hell is this shit?” the old guy securing his Lexus beside me g...

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Do Ants Hate?

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The early spring afternoon was warm and peaceful and gave Warren a terrible feeling of disquiet. The long string of rainy days had ended and the first sunny day of the season encouraged a communal march out of doors. Eager anticipation of activities available for the first time in months filled nearly everyone with joy at the thought of days to come. Children played outside, families walked, parks filled, ponds and lakes drew visitors, gardeners tended gardens, and parkas and wool hats were deposited deep into closets. However, the distant h...

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UNCOMMON GROUND

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UNCOMMON GROUND The old man sat alone, unkempt, unshaved, on the promontory, looking out to sea. It was an uncommonly fine day and the sun shone brightly as he stared off into the distance watching the launch as it slowly approached. His turn for a fortnight on the mainland. At first, despite the differences in age, they’d been friends. Though they shared no common ground, apart from their jobs, they had both gone out of their way to be polite, make conversation, not antagonise each other in any way and he, Jonah, had found that cohab...

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Only Demon's Know How to Pick Friends

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My fingers curl, instincts pushing me to bend my knees.  Was it thumbs out? Or in? My mind whirls in so many different directions. As soon as he nears, I throw a fist out. I make slight contact with his arm as he moves out of the way. My fist collapses on impact, and my fingers splay out with an immediate soreness. I shake it off and barely drop in time to miss his throw.  "Are you sure you want to be doing this?" I question, exhaustion beginning to needle its way through my joints.  "Don't back off now!" My friend yells ba...

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Ride or Die

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Amanda and Alica were born as twin sisters and grew up to be best friends. At the young age of five the sisters grew closer as they started school. They always looked out for each other, they were each other's (ride or die), and dared anyone to bully the other. In the second grade, the counselor of the school and the mother thought that it would be a great idea to separate the twins in class. So they put Amanda in one classroom and Alicia in a different classroom. Amanda did well with the separation but Alicia did not so much. She started cr...

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Commander Twain and Commander Tesla Get Downsized

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The two Immortals, Commander Twain and Commander Tesla, sat in the hardened control room deep within the mountain. Tesla made a small twist of a glowing silver knob, watching a massive screen that broke the world into a grid pattern. “Ok, I turned up the empathy/hilarity counters on the video of Jimmy Kimmel ice-skating with Cardi B. The subliminal messaging to impel viewers to eat huge amounts of kale-frosted Doritos over the next week will be irresistible,” said Tesla. Twain nodded, the smoke from his corncob pipe curling around his wh...

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Jack & Jack

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Jack & Jack Even before the gnarled knuckles of his brother’s right hand grazed the side of Jack's nose, Jack knew his brother Jack would hit him. Luckily for Jack, his reflexes were fast enough for him to roll his head back and miss the king hit. Jack's brother was blood red with rage and anger. Fair enough, figured Jack. From the outside, what he'd done was brutal but, in Jack's opinion, necessary. What surprised Jack was his brother's left knee, which was raised, so when Jack swerved to miss the fist, he drove himself into his bro...

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A Fight For Jersey

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A Fight For Jersey They met the girl that changed their summer coming home from a concert.  On that hot North Carolina night in a convertible on the highway, David Herb and Vinny DeFazio pulled into a massive gas station that was lit up like an airport.  They had gas but were in need of snacks and beer.  When they returned to Vinny's car they couldn’t believe their eyes.  There was a dog in the backseat.  The dog was sitting up right, ready to go, all but buckled up.  Dave spoke first, “Dude, is that a dog?...

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How it all Ends.......

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I woke up three days later bruised and groggy from the painkillers they gave me at the hospital. The loudspeakers buzzed with the usual calling for Dr. Kildare stuff. With a tired hand that touched a throbbing face, my mind still cloudy. A face now bandaged and non too appealing. I lay back against crisp white pillows. I slept, only to dream about things left in the past that were so far gone then dredged up again. Faded memories I thought had all been buried. Until three nights ago........"Well look who's here if it isnt Jake Ryans. Long...

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Fight

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Kayla was two exits from home when she got the text, delivered via her car speakers. “Fist fight in the weight zone. Please come back.” It was the calm, neutral, automated voice of her Honda, but in it, Kayla could practically hear the panicked shriek of her new assistant manager, Davis. That kid needed a lot more training. The afternoon shift shouldn’t be so challenging. Kayla pulled off the highway and made a U-y at the traffic light. She ignored the honks and hand gestures of her fellow motorists and gunned it back to Future Fitness...

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In The Eyes of The Stars

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They were drunk when they arrived. Roy felt the walls of the bar as they ascended the stairs while Lue tried to prevent the blood from fleeing his wounded heart. He imagined plugging its holes with his fingers, one after the other, in a fruitless pursuit to mend what he knew were terminal wounds. Roy sensed his friend’s destruction, fed off of the perilous energy, and used it to compel him up the stairs and into another bar so that they might both feel okay for just one night. The lights in the bar were like those of an old tv, seemingly fad...

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