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As the bus pulled into town in the early morning, Michael stepped onto the cracked concrete of the station, carrying one backpack, with no plan, and the cold air cutting into him. He welcomed the sting, reminding him he was somewhere, still alive.Everything seemed smaller and quieter than Michael remembered. It had been fifteen years since he stood where he stood now. Fifteen years since he drunkenly stumbled into his father's garage and found him collapsed, lying on the floor, not noticing the faint rise and fall of his chest until it was t...
Submitted to Contest #313
It began to rain just before midnight. Not the kind of rain that gently talks to the rooftops or falls softly, but a heavy rain that cloaks the edges of the city and turns the reflections into faerie dreams.Amy sat at the wide window of her twenty-second-floor apartment, fingers wrapping around a chipped coffee mug that had cooled long before. The city lay before her—thousands of windows dimly glowing like dying stars. She had not spoken to anyone for two days. She had no reason to.Her email inbox was empty. Her phone sat silent. The last me...
Submitted to Contest #309
Late Fall Every Thursday at 5:30 PM, Emma met Chris, no questions asked.Their spot, the café on Montrose Street, Halcyon Grounds, had been theirs for almost six years. It was situated between a used bookstore and a locksmith, the kind of hole-in-the-wall café you could stumble upon or walk by entirely. The inside was dimly lit, with warm lamplights and mismatched secondhand chairs; even the mugs were mismatched, all layered with the scent of old books. There was a vinyl player in the corner that only ever played smooth jazz records. It was n...
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