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Submitted to Contest #95
The man before me is gaunt, as though he hadn’t eaten for a week or more - not what I expected from an ice-cream truck operator. Sunken cheeks make his face seem long, but not taught. Skin hangs in folds like molten wax dripping down the sides of a candle. His teeth struggle to push apart those flaps as he exposes what must be a smile, showing the only part of him that seems consistent with the mental image I’d developed. Those teeth are yellow and brown and black, which are way too many colors for someone’s mouth unless that person spends a...
Submitted to Contest #94
I expect nothing from you, and I want nothing from you. I exist to serve, and I have been given my job - a respectable one cleaning halls and rooms. It's not much, but it's better than a model could usually expect. Mornings I wake and take a shower. It's probably not the same kind you take. The one I take involves stripping naked and standing before dazzling lights as the instant sanitization lasers stab at me like a thousand tiny pinpricks. I'm careful not to open my eyes - I don't want to go blind like the last girl did. She ...
Submitted to Contest #91
“He’s looking at us again.” I glance up from the tiny square table, past the aisles of books, and there he stands, glasses perched on the end of his nose, unflinching gaze penetrating through me. He’s clearly glowering now, and he brings his finger to his lips when he sees me make eye contact. I divert my gaze back toward the table, where three books lay, props whose purpose was solely to keep attention away from the fact that I’d been sitting here all morning doing absolutely nothing useful. Gabe chuckles as he reads off one of the titles....
Submitted to Contest #90
The ocean crept in seventeen more centimeters within the last year, and already Aayushi Rawls felt the tension rise in their home just outside of League City, Texas. Matthew would have learned of it by now because the news stations all carried it, and in that bar, all day every day, they all watched the news. Nobody was building. The industry had dried up at the beginning of 2160 when in less than six months, the ocean swallowed half of Florida. That act of nature created the brand new Hookshank Island, swampy and useless land that th...
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