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Amanda Lewis Silva

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Diablo's City of Sin

Amanda Lewis Silva

Submitted to Contest #30

This damned city, Dante thought. Nothing but booze and boobs, not a single profound thought among the lot of them. This most recent trip to Las Vegas had left him even more disenchanted with the city than the previous one. While others were content to see Sin City as an outlet for the weary businessman condemned to otherwise spend his days behind a desk, Dante saw it as a prison for the wayward soul, a gateway to addiction and debauchery. The hotels all looked the same to him now, especially with the neon turned on. He found himself hypnotiz...

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A Fear of Drowning

Amanda Lewis Silva

Submitted to Contest #29

This is it, I thought. This is the moment when I die. I was twelve years old, drowning in Tommy Graham’s swimming pool. The bastard pushed me in.For as long as I could remember, I have feared water. I read in a textbook once that it only takes four ounces of fluid in a grown man’s lungs to kill him. It forever baffled me that such a small quantity of liquid could take your life, and yet otherwise responsible parents willingly let their children cavort about in thousands of gallons of the stuff. While other children were content to run f...

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Amanda Lewis Silva

Submitted to Contest #28

There’s ice cream on my shirt. I’m standing in the middle of an intersection, and there are cars going by at 45 miles per hour. There is a small dent in my front bumper and a scratch on the car in front of me, and this day is definitely not getting any better any time soon. Still, all I can think about is the sickeningly sweet melted confection making its way down my front. The woman in front of me is twenty years my senior, and so she has taken it upon herself to be the acting adult in the situation. I oblige her, because I really don’t fee...

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The Sound of Dying

Amanda Lewis Silva

Submitted to Contest #27

This room has lived a life. The walls were white once, and I’m sure the carpet would be lighter if it were clean. There’s a smell in the air, the kind you can only get over time. It’s not just one smell, but several. It’s the smell of years; the smell of coffee breaks and clandestine cigarettes, of peppermints that sat in a jar on the counter once, and a thousand perfumes and deodorants that came through and left again. It’s a smell of people. It’s a memory. This room has a memory. The woman has lived a life too. Her hair is grey, but s...

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The Possum

Amanda Lewis Silva

Shortlisted for Contest #24 ⭐️

The whiskey stung going down. Sheriff Houghton coughed back the cheap swill and took in a deep breath through his nostrils, taking in the scents of Old Delilah’s saloon. That one sniff carried with it the musty memories of liquor, twice chewed tobacco, and the unmistakable truth that it had been weeks since the bartender before him had seen a bar of soap. He quickly rejected the breath, pushing it out from his mouth with great force and slamming his empty glass onto the table. “You’re doin’ nobody favors here, Kipp.” The words came out in a ...

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