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Submitted to Contest #309
The door jingled as David entered the gas station store, his eyes already pointed towards the refrigeration section where the source of and relief of his addiction lay. He marched over to the door containing the cornucopia of energy drinks and heavily caffeinated teas and scanned the collection of ‘wake up juice’ as he liked to call it. What do I feel like today? He thought to himself as his eyes moved. Rockstar Fruit Punch tastes good but man, those stomach aches I get afterwards are not worth it. Probably should avoid the Rockstars then. A...
Submitted to Contest #307
The door creaked open on its old hinges, making Eugene cringe. "It's going to cost me a fortune in oil to fix all these creaking doors," he bemoaned to himself as he entered the room. "Now let's see…it should be right about...ah!" he declared happily as he found the ancient light switch and the room flooded with light. "Much better," he added, only to lose his smile as he looked around him, "or...maybe not." The room wasn't terrible, all things considered, but it was terribly cluttered, with old furniture, trunks, and knickknacks strewn acro...
George checked the address on the letter again. We know the truth about your wife and want to meet you. Come to 1897 Harker Lane on Sunday at 7pm. Don't be late or you'll miss the fun. "'Fun'," he spat as, not for the first time, he wanted to rip the letter to shreds, along with whoever had dared to write it, but he couldn't, not with his wife's secret hanging in the balance. I can't risk the world finding out that vampires are not only real, but that Victoria is one of them. Even if they don't drive a stake into her heart she'll never know...
Submitted to Contest #299
Sensitive themes: Familial Alienation, Cursing Verity watched the world go by through the train window, her heart thundering with anxiety, eagerness, rage, and hope.Breathe, she commanded herself as her stomach tightened again and the urge to run back to the onboard bathroom grew. Breathe. It's going to be alright. I'll just explain everything to him. Explain that Mom lied. That she manipulated me into believing her bullshit! Verity clenched her fist until her nails bit painfully into her palm, at which point she quickly unclenched and clos...
Submitted to Contest #292
John sipped his green tea slowly, barely registering how the steaming hot liquid was scolding his tongue. His mind was elsewhere. Ten bucks she comes in her all smiles like nothing is wrong, he thought bitterly as he eyed the glass door the led into the cozy tea shop where he now waited with racing mind and broken heart. He sighed and took another long draught from the cup, though this time he regretted it as the still boiling tea scalded his throat all the way down into his stomach. John put the teacup down, closed his eyes, and let his hea...
Submitted to Contest #288
A torrent of rain poured through the hole in the ruined cathedral’s once proud and unblemished ceiling. The icy waterfall glittered softly like crystals in the campfire’s light before it splashed on the broken stone floor where its chilling tendrils then spread amongst the pews. A flash of lightning made the man look up from his meal of holy rat just as a boom of thunder echoed through the sanctified ruins. "Seems the storm is picking up strength. Best finish my oh so appetizing meal and get some rest.” He bent down to take a bite, on...
Submitted to Contest #287
Oscar’s feet felt like two, thousand pound weights as he lifted them slowly, painfully, up the stairs that led to his apartment. At last, after climbing what felt like the Tower of Babel, he reached the top of the stairs. His back was now bent as though a third, thousand-pound weight was latched to his neck and dragging him to the ground. “Haaa,” he sighed as he took the 30 or so steps required to reach his front door. Oscar fumbled in his pocket for a moment trying to find his keys, only to hiss in pain as the point of his house key jabbed ...
Submitted to Contest #285
Rain, Thunder, Faces The sun smiled as its summer rays filled the world with light and life. The weather was hot, but not so hot as to prevent you from sitting on the porch with a glass of lemonade while you watched the world with quiet wonder and blissful contentment. The old man watched intensely, drinking in all the world was bestowing him just as surely as he was drinking the delightfully tart lemonade his sweet wife had made for him. For 40 years he had done this. For 40 years he had drunk in these summers gluttonously, for he knew wha...
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