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Submitted to Contest #297
[TW references to violent crime]Snow A blow He was dead It was over I thought for a while about that I turned it over like dirt The fact that I was a killer I had known him, after all, for a long time The past tense fitting over us like a gloveHe the past and I the tense, a murderer nowIt was a simple enough formula, myself plus him plus blunt objectIt was the blankness of the snow that I couldn’t deal withIt hurt me to look at it white, unsullied still by his spreading bloodUnsullied. Yes, I must return to an unsullied state. Calm now, medi...
Submitted to Contest #287
Alice is sitting in the car and she is shaking. Her face is quite calm but every part of her is trembling. Her fingernails clatter against the steering wheel so she tucks her arms around her body in an attempt to hold herself still. In the car next to her is an old man, she can see from here the tears running down his face as he clutches the small dog in his lap. Alice’s eyes blur but she thinks she can see his fingers digging into the coarse fur. “I can’t do this” she says aloud to no one. Knowing that she has to and no doubt will. She jus...
Submitted to Contest #208
Even after all this time Kiara thought Antoinette was was the most beautiful thing she had ever seem. Her coat gleamed silver-white in the sunlight, her mane flowed like silk, like movement made liquid and the mother of pearl gleam of her horn added a frisson of awe. Kiara’s breath caught a little in her throat as Antoinette tossed her head and whickered softly in greeting. She gave her nose an affection stroke and marvelled at the soft warmth, you could feel the energy flowing through her, anticipating a race. The warm smell of horse and ...
Submitted to Contest #206
Have you ever heard that old superstition that if you dream the same thing three times you’ll die? I am sure that’s not true, I’ve been having the same dreams for years and yet here I am. I know they are dreams now, at some point part of me will wake up and flag a warning, hey we’ve been here before. Time to wake up. Doors not locking, running from zombies, running from life sucking ghosts, not being able to run. Teeth falling out, being back at school, being naked back at school - I guess all the usual features of an unquiet night. So...
Submitted to Contest #205
The Library of Ashes has a sort of beauty, the beauty of charcoal drawings and sepia toned photos. Its colours are all muted, the air is a constantly moving stream of small particles - misting the eyes and giving the impression that at any minute the entire edifice might collapse into dust. It ought to catch at the throat, to make it hard to breath - but it’s not. There’s a slight sweet woodsmoke smell carried on the ceaseless current of cool air. I’d always found it a calm place to be, I know my father found it disturbing to see t...
Submitted to Contest #174
Amy turned slowly, gracefully in her white dress - her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders and her eyes sparkled with malice. ‘Isn’t this perfect?!’ She squealed, ‘I think this is it, it’s ‘the one’’ she described the air quotes with her manicured nails. Alicia smiled gamely and tucked a strand of hair behind an ear ‘looks great on you,’ she bit back ‘…everything does’. Amy stared adoringly into the mirror, her eyes crossed paths with Alicia’s and there was a strange clouded moment where they seemed to be looking through one another. ...
Submitted to Contest #164
I returned home like a fox running to earth, retreating to a place of unexpected safety. It was before dawn and the sky was turning blue at its seams. I took a breath of the night air; it was cool and clean and made me feel intensely awake. When had I last been here, six months or more, last Christmas, before? I could feel the debris of the city sloughing off me, streaming from my pores to be neutralised by the salt air. The hospital stink losing its grip and seeping away in the pre-dawn light. The door of the house was unlocked, whic...
Submitted to Contest #150
Emma let herself cry for exactly 10 minutes before she hit stockpile. She knew Richard would have already offloaded everything he’d ever felt about her - except his resentment which she supposed he would be hoarding. You would think giving people more control of their emotions would stop them clinging on to the unhealthy ones. But Richard had made her realise that some people just wanted to be angry. Sure he’d be dealing with his heartbreak for about the next 50 years as he dialled it back to 1% EPR but the rage he felt at her for breaking...
Submitted to Contest #49
What Ellen was thinking about as she lay in the doctor’s office was the presentation of odds, one in ten, ten to one, 90%, which chance would you take? There’s a 90% chance I don’t have cancer she practiced saying to herself. But if there was a one in ten chance you would win a lottery wouldn’t those be pretty good odds? Who wouldn’t take that bet. The thing she didn’t like about results was knowing that the dice had already been rolled somewhere. You were stuck on that teetering point where it wasn’t clear if the dice would land on a fi...
Submitted to Contest #37
I went to visit my Grandfather because I couldn’t go to America. I wanted to visit the bristlecone pines, to see trees so old they were turning into fossils. Those trees that had seen the best of our civilisations come and go, though how many of those civilisations made it out to Nevada was a question.So instead I was going home. I had lived with my grandfather once, when I was much younger. I didn’t see him much after that. The odd weekend, endless teas in various coffee shops. I had thought about going to uni in Sheffield, to save some mon...
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