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Submitted to Contest #171
The sky burned with orange and red streaks. From her window seat the pine trees poked the sky with their shadowy points, surrounding the old road with a greater darkness. The lights in the bus come on and she takes off her jacket and pulls at her tight jeans, her skin itchy from the hot dry air. She’s ol’ the driver had said when she asked him to turn down the heat. She counted five passengers when they left Tahoe. An old lady in the front, a grizzly looking couple at the back, and the boy and her. The boy kicked his feet back and fo...
Submitted to Contest #170
Warning: Violence and mentions of torture, languageOctober 27th, 2079I've got a plan now and all the pieces are in place. I’ve cleaned my office and organized my desk. The letters are addressed and ready to be sent out. God knows it’ll be a while until I can see my family again. When I started this journey, I wanted to make sure the world understood that anyone can be a hero, and anyone can be a villain. In the end, we’re still all just people. I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I've no doubt that after today…the world will n...
Submitted to Contest #169
It’s 7:00pm. The sound of high heels clicking through the hall keeps time with each excited pump of blood in my veins. A young voice seeps through the old walls, a new realtor, desperate for the first sale. “You’ll really like this one, it’s very spacious and very low priced!” My claws dig into the carpet and anchor me down as a shadow at the center of the empty room. I am ready. The key slides the lock back with a satisfying click and the door opens with a loud creak. The silhouettes of an older co...
Submitted to Contest #168
Emmanuel remembered the first time she had ridden the train. Her nose pressed right up to the glass and a small smudge of fog would expand and contract with each excited breath. She held up Monsieur Toutou, her teddy bear, so that he too could see the rolling green hills and farmlands of the French countryside. Look for sheep Monsieur Toutou! But don’t count them unless you want to fall asleep! Emmanuel’s mother sat next to her wearing her best outfit, a dark blue dress covered in a pattern of white polka-dots with a high waist belt and a da...
Submitted to Contest #167
A knock at the door. “Good morning!” Joseph says, in that way that he does, warm as the sunshine on a cool spring morning. “You’re late,” I smirk the largest smirk that I can. He gives me that pouty smile back and puts his fists on his hips. “Now Gerald, you know I’m the only one here who can get your tea exactly as you like it,” Joseph replies. He brings my tea in my mother’s fine china cup, with a little slice of lemon on the saucer. “Finding fresh mint leaves this time of year can be a real challenge, so I think you could be a...
Submitted to Contest #166
Suneer’s eyes opened at 5am as they did everyday, his internal clock tuned to the schedule he’s followed for nearly 27 years. With long slow blinks he pulled himself from the lull of dreaming and wriggled his way up to a seating position, pausing every few seconds to wait for the ache in his joints to subside. He spends the next minute coughing a dry painful cough, the unmistakable hacking of a smoker’s lungs. It had been two years since he quit, since his doctors told him the coughing would become easier to bear. Have you thought of retirin...
Submitted to Contest #165
Content Warning: References of death and substance abuse, swearing.I’ve never been in a courtroom before. It doesn’t look like the ones in those movies or shows. Just regular old office lights, the long tube ones. The room is kind of bland, no windows or anything. It’s just like a room where you have meetings and stuff. Other than that, it’s kind of empty. The only thing that looks like the movies is where the judge sits. I wonder if he’ll have that black gown-thing on and one of those old-timey white wigs. The security guard is a fatso. I c...
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