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Submitted to Contest #110
Dust devils encircle a dingy blue Pontiac Sun fire as the summer sun's rays reflect off the few exposed areas of clean finish. The looming shadow of The Last Stop diner begins to overtake the Pontiac. The antiquated eatery bakes in the scorching New Mexico heat, while inside hungry patrons fair no better. The buzzing of a single osculating fan blows hot, dry air in customer's faces; perspiration dripping from every inch of exposed skin, relief from the heat only coming from tepid ice tea and warm root beer. Swaying back and forth on hi...
Submitted to Contest #82
The buzzing of neon lights echoes off the rusted steel walls of a cramped corridor. In the center of the hallway, a slender silhouette shadow boxes as a ruckus crowd cheers from beyond the rattling doors at the end of the corridor. The doors spark with electricity as they eventually open. A man squeezes through the widening gap. His wide shoulders emerging first as his bulbous stomach struggles to follow.“For fuck’s sake, Jack. I hate it when you do that shit. You synths-” the figure halts his shadowboxing as a piercing, lightning-blue glare...
Submitted to Contest #80
Fragments of ceramic and hot coffee fly every which way as a collective gasp echoed through the living room. Roxanne stands in silence with her husband’s hand tightly clenched within hers. Her eyes wide; her mouth agape as she and her husband Terry watch the oblong monolith slowly enter the atmosphere and hover ominously above The White House. “T-this can't be real, ” said Terry, running trembling fingers through his hair. “Shhh, Babe. I can't hear what they're saying, ” shouts Roxanne as her eyes refuse to blink. Terry turns the volume up ...
Submitted to Contest #60
Regrets? Fuck no. I don't regret anything I do. I do what I do to survive. Survival. That's what it's all about, and no one does it better than me. Either that or I'm a lucky fuck. ”Hey, Convict! Snap out of it! You know the drill! Thumb on the scanner! Pass it through the glass!” says the officer. ”What’s the matter, Convict!? Afraid of heights!?” asks the officer. ”Just hopin’ we’ll crash before we get there!” says the shackled man as the officer smirks. His name is Dallas Bellamy and he's a survivor. As he places his thumb on t...
Submitted to Contest #56
So this sucks. His name is Jamie Campbell. Suave, debonair, charming, or at least that’s what he’d like to believe. Jamie has just sat down to dinner at one of Vancouver’s finest restaurants with his stunning blind date. The two complement one another perfectly. Jamie with his midnight blue, finely tailored suit, and his date with a strapless crimson evening gown. But all is not well on this particular night. Uhg. Have you ever been on one of those dates where you just want to drive off the side of a cliff? Not your ordinary five h...
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