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Submitted to Contest #287
The plants on the windowsill had lost their green some time ago, the soil scarred with drought and raised without open curtains. The white wood beneath the mason pots was coated in a sheet of dust and dotted with dry, grey leaves that would crunch when the cat came over to perform its daily inspection of the house. It would step over the leaves, hoping to find some sort of reference to the green that once was, pawing at the blinds just as its owner once did some time ago, but its inferior thumbs prov...
Submitted to Contest #286
“He’s going past the forty, thirty, twenty, my god he’s going all the way! Cannon’s done it again! Another touchdown for the Cavaliers and another championship for West Valley High! In no small part to Cannon, the hometown hero!” “That boy is going places Jim, what an arm on that kid!” “Number one draft pick material once he makes ...
Submitted to Contest #285
“And it was like BAM! Now nobody cares. Just like that, a flash in a pan, as if I wasn’t absolutely revolutionary.” “Revolutionary. Tell me about that. What made you so revolutionary that being what you call ‘shelved’ is such a travesty?” “Where do I even start? Every sound you could ever want, every song, every beat...
Submitted to Contest #284
“It’s not the Rockefeller, but it’ll do.” The man takes a few steps back, careful not to slip over all the tissue paper strewn across the floor. He carefully makes his way to his couch that holds only a single, clearly defined spot for sitting, before plopping himself down on the cushion as the worn springs rub against his tailbone. The mountain of laundry to his right starts to tip towards him, but he instinctively leans into it to stabilize it without drawing his gaze away from the tree, slowly pushing it until it leans the other way and u...
Submitted to Contest #281
Where am I? Just moments ago, I was in bliss among a sea of my brothers and sisters, falling from the sky and being whisked to wherever the wind took us. What is this, a house? Why am I looking at a house? I see it had already been taken over by my kind; its roof, the once green grass, it’s all drenched in our lives. But why am I so far from it? Shouldn’t I be lying on the ground, looking up at our work? But now, I can see clearly through the window…amazing. I’ve heard stories of what goes on beyond ...
Submitted to Contest #280
“And our next guest is one I’m sure you’ve all heard of, though if anyone hasn’t heard of him, come talk to me after the show so you can give me the address of the rock you’ve been living under!” “You said it Jim!” “Thanks for the input random audience member! But without further ado, let’s welcome the New York Times Best-selling author for the past f...
Submitted to Contest #279
I remember how silently lively this place used to be when I wandered in during those long nights when I needed a place to relax. The overhead lights would shine a cool navy, and the only other semblances of brightness would be the stage lights lining the edge of that round stage at the far end of the room. The club would be packed yet silent as people from all walks of life sat in their seats quietly as they waited for the nights performer to be on stage. They’d have the...
Submitted to Contest #278
To you, of whom I still hold dear, Good morning, afternoon, night, or whatever time in between you decide to sit down and read this letter; I don’t blame you if it’s a far-off time from now. I hope you’re doing well. Some time has passed since we’d last seen each other, and I thought it was a fine time to reconnect with you and see where your endeavors have left you after all this time. I’ve spe...
Submitted to Contest #275
There’s a hole in my chest, but I don’t remember the pain. My bones are shattered, but I don’t remember the impact. There’s a crow pecking at my eye, but I can’t feel its shadowy beak ripping through my retina. There was a girl, yes, a girl. She was standing on the edge of a bridge over a drop that would’ve killed anybody if they decided to step into the air. She had been trembling, her hands were wound so tightly around the rail...
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