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Submitted to Contest #52
The vacant holler of the subway reverberated against cement walls and shook against Claire’s thudding heart. Her head swiveled to survey the other train riders, like her, they looked eager to return home as they watched wearily down the tunnel. She breathed in a lung full of musty underground air, thankful that once again, her train was not late. She took six exhausting steps to an open seat, then changed her mind. If I sit down, I’ll fall asleep, and miss my stop, she scolded inwardly. She stood with a weak grip on a safety pole. A handful ...
Submitted to Contest #44
Dust lifted into the air like a small cyclone, kicked up by the ill hemmed bottom of a young girl’s dress. A young boy ran across the packed road as he chased after a large wooden hoop that he rolled with a stick. The boy narrowly missed a disgruntled horse drawn carriage, a woman gasped loudly in the distance and the boy stopped dead in his tracks. A woman, his mother, placed her dignified hand around the hoodlum's ear and pulled him along. Her purple dress flounced behind her as she walked, with a shrill voice she lamented the boy. J...
Submitted to Contest #43
The car pulled to a stop, silence fell in the treetops surrounding it. Birds held their breaths quietly, watching, as a man exited the vehicle and opened the back. With blue collar hands, he took out a large spade shovel and a small sapling. He hummed quietly, inconspicuously. A twitter from distant fowl churned the trees above from his perturbation. His mouth filled with the sweet taste of maple syrup, a remnant of the woman he spent the evening with. The woman's wide eyes and hollowed voice entered his mind. He smiled quietly, it was...
Submitted to Contest #41
“In the ire of shattered lives. How many fellows will deprive?Is it one or is it five?In the ire of shattered lives.Who's a fool to contrive,With their knives, who survives.Is it one or is it five?In the ire of shattered lives.”A siren song caressed the midnight air. It’s tune, once a somber reminder to pirates of old, now a forgotten myth in a sea of doubt. Elija hummed quietly with the songstress, still swept with torpor. A sudden screech broke him from his hypnosis. He brushed slumber from his eyes as he looked bitterly upon the wate...
Submitted to Contest #39
Atlas placed the unbearable weight on his shoulders on a white pillar, its large expanse still spun brilliantly. Exhaustion filled his body, this punishment seemed too much for one to bear. He stretched his large golden biceps, no one would notice if he took a short nap, maybe a few hundred years would do. Leaving his post meant he might receive a more brutal punishment, he didn’t care. He paused to look around, no other Gods were nearby. Atlas laid his massive body on his small cot, and fell asleep quickly. His loud snores attracted the ire...
Submitted to Contest #38
A smell of fresh paint and cleaner permeated the air, boxes lined the walls, their bulky form made Ryanne feel small. She inhaled deeply, the excitement and exercise of the day may have been too much for her weak lungs. She felt as though she were breathing through a coffee straw. She coughed heavily, it was nearly time for her treatment but it would have to wait. She was sweaty from the day's work. Ryanne desperately wanted a shower. The hot water rushed down her back as she stood under its warmth. Steam rose from her body and dissipated in...
Submitted to Contest #37
A woman of humble birth rested upon a rickety hospital bed, trapped in her mind. A large oxygen mask forced cold air into her lungs. Rays of light highlighted faded white hair, a halo around her hollowed face. The warmth illuminated her restlessness as she emerged from a trance. Her bony hands folded at her middle, she nudged the IV poking from her palled hand. The cold fluids pained her arthritis stricken joints, she wanted to give up. These moments of clarity were insurmountable pain. Her soul spent eighty-seven years wandering this ...
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