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Submitted to Contest #140
“Almost there,” Hades’ slightly-distorted voice whispered over the walkie-talkie. “Take another left at the end of this street. There’ll be a security camera pointed right at you on one of the side shop’s backdoors. Keep outta its way. You don’t wanna mess up this time!” He hissed, the same way he hissed at almost everything he said. I took a careful turn to the left of the street, eyeing the camera he had just mentioned. It was a moving camera, that turned from left to right. “Okay, okay. Stop crawlin’ up my back, Dude. It’s annoying. An...
Submitted to Contest #138
I didn’t want to talk to this stranger. By much evidence in the past, I could clearly state that anyone I met ended up becoming my enemy. By now, I was starting to believe I was a curse. All I ever did was try to help people. Why did they turn on me in the end? “I should probably be leaving,” I hesitantly said to the albino sitting in front of me. She looked up and adjusted her glasses. “Why? You came here for some purpose, I’m sure. You can wait here with me until the library opens. It won’t be much longer.” She looked almost like she ...
Submitted to Contest #136
A doorbell rang in the blackness of the night, sending a wave of disturbance in the pin-drop silence. Despite it being so late, however, it didn’t take long before the bell was responded. “Karlile?” the woman who opened the door asked in mild surprise. “What are you doing here so late? Is something the matter?” The boy addressed as Karlile stood quietly at her door, a look of deep sorrow creasing his face. “Hi, auntie. Can I come in?” he asked in a tired voice. The woman stepped aside and opened the door wide. Karlile walked in ...
I don’t remember the days ever being so gloomy or the nights ever so dark. The cold winter’s chill hardly bothered me and I could remember the summers being lively and warm – never a blazing hot. There was always life and joy in every dark moment of my life, back in my childhood days. Back before I decided to leave everyone I loved. I sipped my hot chocolate in the busy café, pulling my coat tighter around me to ward off the arrival-of-spring cold – even though it was perfectly warm inside. I stared hard at the lab reports I had brought wi...
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