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Submitted to Contest #291
“How much time ya got left?”11:42:23Less than 12 hours until I’m dead.“Sir?”I shake my head, glancing up. “I’m sorry. What?”An older gentleman stands over me, holding onto the train car’s grip handle above. A disposable face mask covers most of his face, his cold eyes staring down at me. A teal sweater underneath accompanies his long white coat, covered in dirt and dust. He kind of looks like a doctor, but those are few and far between these days. “How much time?” He asks, his voice muffled.“Not much,” I reply.“How much?”“Less than 12 h...
My husband was dead.I could still see his body crumpled on the asphalt. Police sirens wailed and the ambulance arrived on scene. I flew down the stairs to the lobby floor, bursting through the front doors. But before I could see anything more. They took him away.They questioned me. But I held no answers. I held no lies.They ruled that I was innocent, and that I was free to go.There were no signs of foul play. No signs of abuse. No signs of murder.They left me there and I was relieved they were gone.Jack was dead and I was heartbroken. H...
Submitted to Contest #258
I stepped into what looked like the living room of Blackwood Manor with my camera slung over my shoulder. The first thing I noticed was an old blue couch that sat in the middle, its upholstery now faded and torn. In front of the couch was a coffee table, coated in layers of dust along its surface. To the right of the couch was a red armchair with sagging cushions and impressions still left behind. In the back corner, stood a grandfather clock with its arms and pendulum frozen in time.I ran my finger along the table, leaving behind a clean tr...
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