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Submitted to Contest #313
The Last Apartment It was Ruth Smith’s birthday. She was turning eighty-nine years old, which felt like a milestone to her. She didn’t have anyone to celebrate with, so she sat in her apartment and talked to Leo, recounting bittersweet memories of her life: a lost love, an estranged daughter, and the quiet solace of her routines. Leo listened silently, offering no judgement or consolation. She spent her birthday this way— hoping for a phone call, a sign that someone remembered her, though she hardly expected one. Then, as the hands of the ...
Submitted to Contest #312
The Timeless Journey 3:17 a.m. The numbers shone in the dark, pulsing through the blackness and making Mara’s eyes burn. She squeezed her eyes closed, trying to shut out everything around her. What will it be like this time? She wondered desperately. A castle in ancient times, or a dungeon deep down in the earth? The experience was so familiar, yet Mara’s heart raced every time it happened. She never knew if she would wake up as a young girl in the 1920s or a married woman living in early Greece. Every morning, at precisely 3:17 a.m., she...
Submitted to Contest #311
The Feathermark SocietyHoer Verde, Brazil, was like a ghost town. The streets were silent, because nearly all the people had fled in terror. Only the brave of heart and foolish were left behind, and even they only ventured out if there was a good reason.A good reason came on April 28, 1923, with the arrival of Miss Elsie Stokes, a young woman from the States. She came walking into town in the warmth of late afternoon, holding a large suitcase in one hand and hefting her dark skirt high with the other.It wasn’t long before Elsie noticed the l...
Submitted to Contest #281
“There’s Mr. Garza. I wonder what he’s doing out so late at night.” David spoke in barely a whisper, but a chill still ran down my spine. Stacy shivered deeper into her coat. Even though it was only thirty-one degrees inside the open-walled tree house and our breaths puffed in the air, I knew the weather wasn’t the cause of our discomfort. It was the man. His name was Fernando Garza, and he’d lived next door to m...
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