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Submitted to Contest #324
Elliot stood there.The retreating foam hissed against his feet, grounding him in the moment."But I don't even know you," he said, his voice barely audible over the crashing surf. Elliot's words slipped out before he could stop them. He looked at the ocean, its beauty pressing against his heart. The sea was dark, shifting, alive with salt and time.The chill crept over him.The sun glinted off his belt buckle.His cowboy hat in his hand.Despite the sea's vastness, he felt tethered, yearning for something just out of reach, a longing mixed with h...
“Please, Uncle Manny, you just have to come with me,” she pleaded, her voice rising in a dramatic whimper.He looked down at his niece's angst-riddled face.“ I know you will love it, it's immersive.”“Wait, does that mean I’m going to get soaked?” he teased, flashing a mischievous grin.She giggled.“I haven't been to an art museum in ages. What do I know about art?”She sighed. “You are still my sophisticated Uncle, even if you play with chickens and tractors all day.” Manny was a country boy now. The mud still clung to his boots, leaving prints...
Submitted to Contest #323
Oscar was the embodiment of precision. Words like meticulous or fastidious barely scratched the surface. For him, being called difficult was the highest praise, a badge of honor earned by demanding perfection. Beneath his relentless pursuit of order, a quiet ache lingered, a hollow space he tried to fill with control. Each morning, he moved through his ritual with the focus of someone defusing a nuclear warhead. Disturb his process, and chaos would surely follow. First, the coffee cherries. Not beans!“Coffee plants grow fruit,” he would alwa...
(This is a scene of a sex worker and what he feels after completing the job.) The sharp snap of his laces pierced the stale air, evoking the lingering odor of exertion in the room. Kye maintained a facade of composure, his bare chest pressed against the headboard, a loosely draped sheet his only cover. Beneath this exterior, humiliation stung. He avoided letting the man see the flicker of repulsion in his eyes as he watched him struggle with his laces over his ample stomach. With a grunt, he buttoned his shirt, the fabric stretching over hi...
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