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Submitted to Contest #237
The next alarm will ring at 3:15am. My eyes blur and the phone almost slips from my hand, but catastrophic consequences are averted, just in time. I lie back gently on the bed, my movements as subtle as a ninja who is trying too hard. Stillness. I am scared to breathe, but as long as you are breathing, I am allowed. I release one breath, then another, then sleep takes over. It is a sleep that is never quite complete. Two hours and sixteen minutes later, I drag both of us from slumber, and I attempt to master the life-giving skill that I only...
Submitted to Contest #199
December in the southern hemisphere is summer, but she hadn’t got used to that yet. When Ana had pictured her destination months previously, she had thought of campfires and thermal underwear. As it was, she now wondered whether it would be tasteless to walk around a music festival wearing only a bikini. She’d seen enough men wearing speedos to think that it probably wouldn’t be a problem, but she slung on a beach wrap all the same. Thank god Ana had pitched her tent next to the beach house and she was able to make these decisions in private...
Submitted to Contest #195
The box bedroom at the back of the house was a hallowed place. Heavy curtains and shaded lightbulbs gave the impression that it was trapped in time. Leila bent to remove her shoes then decided against it, and placed one trainer over the threshold, then the other.The wall ahead was loaded with cups, ribbons, and medals. Her mother always left a candle burning; the scent of lavender clung to the nostrils. Leila perused the shelf: award for academic achievement, first in class, top student… best in show. A framed photograph showed her standing ...
Shortlisted for Contest #194 ⭐️
There are fourteen minutes before the bomb explodes. Greg Powers, bomb disposal expert and all-round man, is kneeling before it, talking urgently to his superiors via the device in his ear. Beside him stands a woman, who shows her anxiety by shaking her long auburn hair back and forth. Her clothes are too tight but her body is so bodacious that it doesn’t matter. At thirteen minutes, she begins to sweat, but only in the sexy places. Powers reaches forward. His proposal is unlikely, improbable, but he’s the expert in his field. He’s been ...
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