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Submitted to Contest #242
I’ve learnt that you really need to pick your exhibits carefully. Some times there can be unexpected consequences.My partner Steve and I opened the Olde Museum of Pirating And Smuggler Antiquities (I know, but it was a tourist seaside destination, what else could we do?) five years ago. We found a cheap building tucked away in the winding streets and alleys of the old town. There had been a tavern in that same location for hundreds of years, and smugglers and pirates would congregate there, sharing their plunder and drinking until the m...
“The food in the fridge wont die will it Dad?”“Course not, we’ll keep the door closed. It’ll be fine. Though you may need to eat lots of ice cream if it continues” Sam grinned, ruffling Tommys unruly hair. “Now try and get some sleep. I’ll keep the lamp on for as long as I can, but snuggle down and keep warm. Then when you wake up, the power will be back on. Promise.”Shadows from the light projected large across the wall of the boys bedroom. Tommy stared at his Batman and Star Wars figures seemingly in mid battle. He waited until he couldnt ...
Submitted to Contest #180
“I dont feel great Dave” Helen said, shaking her husband fully awake. Dave groggily rolled over. The night hadnt been great. His wife had tossed and turned and Dave had been lying on the edge of the mattress so as not to disturb her. “I really dont feel well” Helen turned the bedside lamp on, and attempted to sit up, the soft glow of a circle of light next to her. Dave could see her thinning brown hair was even limper than normal, slicked to her head with sweat. His own was standing to attention at every angle. He sat up, turning his light o...
Life can hinge on one moment. I felt the noise of the speeding red car before I saw it from the corner of my eye. The tranquil spring morning was shattered. Straight away I knew something was wrong. As I watched open mouthed, the car mounted the pavement without slowing, the over revved engine roaring, smoke streaming from squealing, complaining tyres. The momentum was finally ended by the family run florists shop front, their ornate plate glass window bursting upon impact, shards scattering across the lovingly created display of...
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