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Submitted to Contest #291
Sometimes the swamp releases a belch through its silver mirrors. They disturb the perfect reflection of black deltas branching away to touch as many stars they can. The belch reaches my nostrils: a smell of life long gone. I feel home again.A single dark cloud hides the light of the full moon. I don’t care. The darkness allows me to better see what I seek. I don’t want to be distracted by the reflections of the moon. They all tell me that’s what I saw. That my mind has distorted my memory over all those years. But it is the last clear memory...
“What would you normally do?”“I’d make myself a cup of tea.”“Than do that. Act as if it is a completely normal evening.”She nods in her dark, tiny kitchen. Her fingers reach for the light switch and the fluorescent tube flickers and plunks before slowly coming to live. It throws a harsh white light onto the old wooden countertop, cabinets and surrounding mint green tiles. She walks over to the tea kettle still standing on her stove. She picks it up and shakes it. There is still enough water in there for her cup of tea. She lights the stove a...
Submitted to Contest #284
The faucet finishes filling the soapless bathtub. She closes it and looks at her trembling hands. The doorbell rings again. She exits the bathroom and wipes her eyes with her purple fleece sleeve, but tears have long stopped running. Slowly she unlocks the two locks and takes a deep breath before she opens the door as far as the door chain allows. Two grayish blue eyes in an old unshaven gray face stare at her for a silent second.“You are home,” the man states while trying to straighten his back a little.“Who are you?”“Nobody else is home. I...
Submitted to Contest #280
“Why can’t I see?”“Because it is dark.”“Who are you? Where am I?”“It is dark, so I don’t know where we are.”“What happened? Why are we here?”“Dude, just shut the fuck up. I don’t know what happened. I don’t know were we are and I don’t want to talk to you guys.”“Wait, there are more than the two of us?”“The endless darkness here is only filled with the dread of the end of our existence.”“Oh great! Now the poet starts talking too again!”“What happened? Where are we? Who are you?”“It seems we are caught in the realm of nothingness, somewhere i...
Submitted to Contest #279
It sounds like an oversized grunting frog. I don’t like it. I look over the tranquil lake. Layers of fog start appearing while the sun is slowly disappearing behind the mountains at the horizon. A shiver runs down my spine as a cold gust of wind hits my face. Another shiver runs down my spine when the grunting frog sounds again. It seems closer this time and from behind me, not from the lake. Maybe it’s a bear? I don’t actually know what a bear sounds like. They told me bears are rarely spotted on this trail though.I look around me to make s...
Submitted to Contest #277
His eyebrow is performing a very subtle spastic dance. That’s my sign that he is struggling. Confident of my victory I slide my wooden chip to the centre of the round table.“C’mon dude!” he clamours while stomping his fists on the table.He doesn't even need to see which number is on my chip, my face already tells him I won. He lets his head fall and shakes it as if this is the end of his life, but I can see the tiny smile on his face.“Please remind me, why do I still play with you?” he asks lifting his smiling head.“Because the others always...
Submitted to Contest #275
What happened? What is that sound? Why can’t I see? I try to lift my arms to rub my eyes but they refuse to move. My whole body feels stiff. I try to move my hands again and this time they do obey but hit something immovable. I let them crawl over my chest towards my blind eyes but somehow they get stuck in my chest. So now all I can do is listen. Listen to something that sounds like digging. Digging that turns into scraping. As if a shovel is hitting something hard…Wait, am I buried? Did I fell asleep and was I buried? What kind of prank is...
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