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Submitted to Contest #276
“Don’t overextend or hyperflex your left knee!” Melissa Reynolds thought, as the loud race gun sounded at the start of Sunken Meadow State Park’s grueling three mile cross country Season Opener. Dr. Thompson’s stern voice and warning still reverberated in her ears as she gingerly headed out on this course. He had performed two surgeries on her left knee already and cautioned about a third if she wasn’t careful. The last thing Melissa wanted to do was to ‘blow out” her left knee again and have to undergo another eight months of painful and gr...
Submitted to Contest #272
CW: This story contains references to human dismemberment and the use of the term "gypsy." Reader discretion is advised.Dr. Henry Moreau started his day by listening to the same awful music being played outside. An organ grinder trolled the congested Boston, MA streets; looking for eager patrons to listen to his soothing melodies, cajoled by his cute Capuchin monkey’s dance, and possibly make enough money for a bite to eat. It wasn’t as though the song being played was an awful choice.It wasn't . It was because it was being played so badly a...
Submitted to Contest #218
“Frank, be careful not to overuse or overextend your right arm for the next several weeks or you might refracture the navicular bones and humerus, or even worse, disturb the anchoring screws I put in “, Dr. Pullman cautioned with a glance in his direction, as he busied himself in signing Frank’s discharge form from St. Luke Presbyterian Hospital. He had been admitted nearly eight months ago and had undergone both extensive psychological and physical rehabilitation. Frank merely scowled as he now busied himself in dressing for his f...
Submitted to Contest #210
“M12 West 14th Street to Columbus Circle”, the bus driver shouted into the bus intercom as he opened the bus door. Marvin Teller climbed into this New York City bus huffing and puffing after a four block sprint. His gray jogging pants and white T-shirt were heavily and deeply wrinkled, as though he had slept in these clothes the night before. He carried a well-worn leather case beside him as he went to take his seat on this New York City Transit bus. He briefly looked out the left-hand side bus windows at th...
Submitted to Contest #209
Peter Tucker was beside himself with anger for not paying attention to the scenery around him. He had only traveled this same route out of Mesa, Arizona several dozen times in the past twenty years, but somehow, on this particular day, he found himself lost and heading in the wrong direction. It was only after he made a half dozen wrong turns that he realized that he was not at all where he thought he should be. As it was a mid-August evening and well past 7:45 pm, he knew that he would be driving in darkness and through a vast open prairie ...
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