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Submitted to Contest #44
The car spins to a halt in the centre of the road. The man with a beard walked towards it, his gun hanging at his side, the rain beating off the shoulders of his leather jacket. He stops at the window.The second man, sitting at the wheel of the car raises his head, eyes shut against what he knows he will see. There is nowhere left to run. At last, he opens the window and begs. “Please. Please. Don’t”The gun cracks. Thunder in its barrel. The echo drowned out by the blaring of the horn as he slumps forward against it. Lighting a cigarett...
Submitted to Contest #43
Colonel Pollock was not Alexandra’s idea of a perfect grandfather. He was far from it. Based on her considerable research (the careful study of her friends’ grandfathers) and her experience of Colonel Pollock himself, she believed that he hated children. Taking this into account, she believed that it was a very fortunate occurrence that he was not her actual grandfather. “He is an old friend of Daddy’s from work and he needs somewhere to stay for a short while,” her mother explained the day he arrived. Alexan...
Submitted to Contest #42
I parked his car in the driveway and turned off the ignition. “I’m sorry I ruined your date.” He looked across the car at me, eyes glistening, the contrition barely visible through his drunken haze. “It’s okay. I think it was better off ending, anyway.” We sat in silence for a while. I thought of a million things to say and nothing all at once. “Do you want to come inside?” I paused for the briefest moment, imaging how the scene might play out. “No, I don’t think that’s a smart idea.” It was barely a whisper, and it said ...
“If you go to the river alone and Adze will get you.” Grandmother warned me of many things that would come for me if I did not listen, and so I listened. Of all the monsters, the Adze scares me the most. I’ve seen one with my own eyes. You have probably seen one too, but you did not know what you were seeing. Amatefe promised to catch one and use it to get back at our teacher. She was horrible. When we got the spelling words wrong, she would shout and make us stand on our tables. Amatefe got them wrong every week. Sometimes I got ...
Submitted to Contest #41
The police were at my door again. There weren’t any voices, only an incessant banging. But no one else would knock at 1am on a Wednesday morning. I heaved myself from the couch where I had fallen asleep and crossed the living room. My neck ached, and I moved on autopilot, navigating my way around the objects that made up my everyday life. I sighed as I reached the door, wishing for the thousandth time that I had a peephole. Instead, I made sure the chain was firmly in place and cracked the door to see what they wanted this time.&nb...
Submitted to Contest #40
We were arguing again. This is not an unusual occurrence. The simplest question brought them on. We once spent the better part of an afternoon debating the merits of time-travel versus super speed. It ended with a three-day thaw out while we all revisited our worst memories, wondering which ones we would change. That’s just how it happened sometimes, but we always ended up back in the same pub on a Friday night, sitting at the exact table we always occupied. The table could tell the story better than us. It could tell every story. It co...
Submitted to Contest #39
You know when you speak to a war veteran, and their eyes cloud over as they focus on a distant memory? They have that expression that darkens their face and says “I’ve seen things that you can’t even imagine”. Well, you might say the same for me. How could I not have? I’ve spent the last three years on the road, driving this country harder than a pharmaceutical company driving up the price of cancer drugs. So yeah, you could say I’ve seen some things. What’s better is the photographic evidence I have, otherwise no-one would believe it. ...
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