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Submitted to Contest #206
Arnold had seen the shadow man before. Though these days, he couldn't believe it.It was a Christmas that stood out in the otherwise fuzzy snapshots of his childhood memory.Withered tinsel in the dining room, strung limply from tobacco-stained wallpaper. A table littered with the remains of a meal and smudged half-empty glasses. Tornados of laughter, shouting and strained conversation overpowering a small staticky television in the corner.Later, the itch of thick wool blankets and the soft amber glow of streetlights through a bedroom window.A...
Submitted to Contest #191
Standing by the door, trembling, David jangles his keys in his pocket.Any minute now, he is going to step out with his head held high and a smile on his face.Julia always wanted flowers for the table on Sunday, especially since the children had left. She could do with the boost today. She'd been so listless recently, so anxious. It’s almost noon and she isn't even out of bed.He is wearing his Sunday best. A blue pin-stripe suit, freshly pressed, and black brogues polished to a reflective shine.His hair is slicked back with so much product a ...
Submitted to Contest #188
She says, "Why don't you look like that?"I stop scrolling. It's some glistening, rippling torso with a haircut. Stripped to the waist. Almond skin pulled tight over solid muscle.I look down at my stomach, bulging amiably over my waistband. Lightly dusted with sugar from the half-eaten donut in my other hand.She looks back to her phone again and strokes our cat, Belle, sitting in her lap.Back to the gym.For the next two months, I'm there every day, 6am. Weights, bike, cross trainer. Weights, bike, swim. I'm surrounded by washboard abs and shr...
Shortlisted for Contest #184 ⭐️
SOMEONE NEARBY HAS CHALLENGED YOU TO A GAME OF WORDED.Rob looks up from his phone as the train pulls away from the station.Standing by the door, his shoulder pressed against the handrail, he observes his fellow passengers.Eight seats face each other in the center of the carriage, occupied by commuters bathed in the glow of their smartphones and tablets and e-readers. It's busy as always and everyone is squeezed in, shoulder to shoulder. Hunched and swaying in rhythm with the train's steady progression.The next stop is City Station.To his lef...
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