Dwayne W

“Your Wrongs” by Dwayne W

Submitted to Contest #278

When Dan was painfully shocked awake, He didn’t know where he was or how he got there. He was still in the boxers and tank top he wore to bed, and his head was covered in a cloth sack that allowed in no light, if any were around, and barely allowed him to breathe. He sat on a cold metal chair with his hands and feet bound, pulled behind him.Dan tested his bindings, trying his best to break free, but had no luck.Some pockets of laughter could be heard in the high-pitched soundscape of what sounded like a horde of angry women chattering, unsee...

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“A Quiet Winter” by Dwayne W

Submitted to Contest #231

Eran was standing on the roof of the tower that was his office building, listening to the saddest song he could think of as he prepared to walk off the edge. Komm Süsser Tod or Come Sweet Death, a song that he heard in an anime when he was a teen. He heard the door open under music behind him as he climbed onto the edge, followed by the sound of supplies dropping, like someone clearing the top of a desk in one swoop. He turned around to see a woman standing frozen, staring. He gave her a smirk and returned to his action. Eran had barely...

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“Mabel’s Worlds Antiquities” by Dwayne W

Outside, the sky was gray and cloudy, a drizzle pelted his windshield in a chaotic rhythm, and lightning would flash off in the distance every so often. Porter had been sitting in his car for some time, lifelessly staring out across the street at an old shop in an old building on a strip of old and deserted shops & buildings. It was the only one that looked taken care of: The windows were clean, the signs looked recently painted, and faux flowers sat in a vase on the windowsill beside an old wooden two holes for eyes and a straight line ...

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“The Eternal Prisoner (Unfinished)” by Dwayne W

“Prisoner E-X-X-8-2-4-6-0, meal time,” a robotic voice announced. It is neither male nor female. Human interaction is forbidden in this room, even the illusion of it.  The speaker is mounted to the ceiling in the corner of the room. Aside from mealtime announcements, it always plays the same static white noise. Two pipes run out of the bottom of the speaker. One wide and made out of transparent plastic, more of a tube, delivers the food. This meal is the same as the last. An odorless, tasteless brown bar, its texture smooth and soft, s...

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“Mr. Douglas” by Dwayne W

Submitted to Contest #181

Arnold Douglas finds himself thrust from the balcony of his penthouse suite, wearing nothing but his luxurious white mulberry silk robe, erratically flailing at his side as if they were the wings of Icarus. Post sun. And, clutching an ancient solid gold Mayan artifact, which he purchased for a pretty penny, that he managed to swipe back from his assailant, who snatched it from his neck as they shoved him over the edge. He wasn't a few feet down from the balcony when he felt like time had slowed. A bottle of Domaine Leroy Musigny Grand Cru ...

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“Homebound ” by Dwayne W

With his one hand Albert dug a shallow hole in the red dirt, dropping in the seed that is quite likely his last chance of leaving this god forsaken world. He watched as two thin wrinkled hands reached from across from him and began spreading the small mounds of dirt over the hole and looked up at the withered old man across from him as he pulled out a leather pouch and began to pour water on to the small dry patch.“Based on the Climate I’d say we will be waiting upwards of 60 years”, said the old man still pouring water“This isn’t home,'' Al...

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