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Submitted to Contest #168
December 5, 2016The city was alive with the morning commute. From the train window, twenty year old Madison Baker watched as the bold and spirited traffic below plowed through slush covered streets. Everyone jockeying for position in a sea of flickering brake lights. The sun had slept in this morning. Buried beneath the blanket of a cotton-polluted sky, it would keep its warmth and riches to itself today. Madison looked around the crowded subway cab. She noted that the weather in here wasn’t much different––every face was glued to an el...
Submitted to Contest #167
Kate Spencer felt odd behind the steering wheel of a stranger’s car. With everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours, this was the culmination of her transformation––she was now as much a stranger to herself as she was to this car.The feeling lasted for only a moment as the tsunami of her real troubles rose back up to their towering heights, before crashing down and obliterating her capacity to hold any other thought. The black Acura TL wasn’t stolen; but if she were to get pulled over and the cop did even a little digging, g...
Submitted to Contest #122
"Uncle Mike?" Jake said while looking up from his soggy Cheerios. Michael Remer peaked over the morning paper at his nephew. "Yeah kid?" "What does jackass mean?" he asked, balancing a spoonful of milk in mid-air. "Where did you hear that word?" the tone of his question didn't match the chuckle he covered with his knuckles. "I heard mommy say that to daddy," he said, retreating back to his cereal. "It's a bad word. Isn't it?" Mike's smirk turned to a frown as he closed the paper and laid it on the table. Re...
Submitted to Contest #118
CONTENT WARNING: The following story includes alcohol references and some unsettling situations. "Today's the day I change." He said to the ceiling. And this time, he meant it. Last night's drunken brain had succumbed to the futon's advances with little resistance and now his thirty-seven year old back dealt with the aftermath. Though, the stiffness in his lower spine would have to play a supporting role to the swollen watermelon at the end of his neck. The throbbing agony between his ears made him question if at some point during th...
Submitted to Contest #96
Johnnie Walker, the one with the blue label, that was his drink. The taste was adequate, but it was the burn that he craved. That sweet, smokey flow that scorched his insides. Each sip igniting life into his dormant corpse with its toasty embrace. He preferred it neat, as to assure that burn would not be diminished or diluted in any way.Hypnotized by the glow of the crackling logs in the fireplace, he swirled his amber potion around in its glass. Relaxed to the max by rolling the sleeves of his button-up halfway on his forearms but neglectin...
Submitted to Contest #94
"Achoo!" It started as a slight annoyance, but after a month it now challenged his sanity. "Achoo! Achoo!" David clenched the arms of his chair so tight you could hear the leather grinding from the next room. His left leg tapped as if it were trying to express his aggravation through a foot version of Morse Code. The blood vessels in his eyes throbbed and strained from his failing efforts to make words appear on the blank page by staring at it. That second cup of coffee wasn't doing his blood pressure or dental hygiene any favors. Fearing t...
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