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Submitted to Contest #127
Laura wakes suddenly from sleep, sticky with sweat and the lasting images of a forgotten dream, her memory scrambling to make sense of the feelings that still linger. Her gut lurches with a strange sensation, her intuition marking a shift in her day, something out of sorts. She hesitates, wondering if she should go to the airport as planned. Her flight is to leave in three hours for an opportunity that would change her life, for an internship she discovered by chance at a dinner party only yesterday. The caveat was that she had to arriv...
Submitted to Contest #72
Sadie's hands shook as she read the letter, tears staining the eviction notice as she threw her ominous fate into the fireplace. She sat on the rug salvaged from a nearby dumpster last fall, running her fingers across the intricate swirls and spots stained with red wine and mud from the winter. Liam entered the small studio, a bag of apples and oranges in his arms, a scarf thrown aroundnhis neck. He said, "Looks like you've seen a ghost." "I think I did. It finally came." "The job?" Sadie stood, her knees cracking. for 24, she was fit. ...
Submitted to Contest #26
The notes vibrated through Isabel’s teeth, intervals hopped, and strings caressed. She envisioned the melody through clinched lids, the notes radiating their own simplicity in a range of vivid colors she couldn’t quite explain. She preferred the darker hum of cat guts to synthetic strings, knowing full well her potential would not be met otherwise. She only asked for the best. She was the best. She reeled at an incessant ringing that interrupted her chorus. “Marshall? Answer the door, will you?” No reply. He was always away, h...
Submitted to Contest #20
Sam Burns heard there would be snow, but that was the last thing on his mind this December. The radio was whispering quietly in the background, forecasting a storm for Chicago, but being states away ignored the radio cast. Sam was currently busy, enraptured by the cardboard box that lay half open on his dining room table, a Newport dangling haphazardly from the fingers of his left hand to hear much of anything. A part of him knew if he moved an inch it would jump off on its own regard and start telling him the latest. It seemed an outright ...
Submitted to Contest #15
My hands were sweaty, the friction beginning to loosen between my palms and the metal banister that separated me from the tall men perched below. I tried to readjust my body by rotating my legs, but my arm muscles staunchly protested, my hands slipping another inch. I held my breath and tried to concentrate on what they were discussing…perhaps I could hold on a moment longer. “John, when does the shipment arrive?” “Two am on the dot.” John was a large man, looked to be fifty and was donning a hefty Colombia jacket that he had draped over his...
Submitted to Contest #13
“Monika, I told you. I entered the contest last week and I just heard back.” I wrapped the hair band around my ponytail extra tight so we could finish our run through Old Mead’s Park. The wind suddenly seemed more volatile as it produced a low humming moan that whispered through the dying fall leaves. “Yes, but it seems odd, don’t you think? No one has ever heard of Sarah’s Victorian before. This town is small. You think someone would have heard of an old mansion just minutes from town. And being one hundred years old?” “And that is precisel...
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