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Submitted to Contest #274
“Hey”-Jada touched the TSA's wrist-“be careful with that,” she said. The man raised his hands in the air and gently sat the camera down. “What’s with all the…cameras?” He asked. “You two photographers…or sum’?” “Making the world a better place,” Daren said. The TSA gave the two of them a questionable glare. Jada let out a labored sigh. “We're part of the Predator Catching Task Force(P.C.T.F.). We go around”-Jada waved her hand over the tripods and cameras of various sizes-“with this, and we catch and expose child predators across...
Submitted to Contest #269
1 Corinthians 15:42-44. So will it be with the resurrection of the dead. The body that is sown is perishable, it is raised imperishable, it is sown in dishonor, it is raised in glory; it is sown in weakness, it is raised in power; and it is sown a natural body, it is raised a spiritual body. If there is a natural body, there is also a spiritual body. Caskets, they come in different colors, shapes…and sizes. There isn’t one that’s a cut above the other; they all serve the same purpose, to house our loved ones in the ground, never to be u...
Submitted to Contest #252
Rachel paced the hundred square-foot room; the soles of her feet blistered as the weeping floor boards sent her neighbors into a frenzy.With every bang on the wall, Rachel would shield her head. She removed the sweat weighed shirt and sat on the edge of the creaking bunk bed. Rachel gripped the sheets until her nails pierced her palms. Deep breaths.What is she doing?She’s practicing.Practicing? For what?It’s what she learned in the meeting you idiots.Ah, is it working?Of course not! She craves it! We crave it! WE NEED IT!Rachel stood back to...
Submitted to Contest #241
The second hand raced around the clock, as one crisp page turned after the other. Able intertwined his fingers as his thumbs chased after the other, his eyes frolicked around the room, and his leg bounced on the opposite side of the desk. Caine glanced up from the papers. “S-sorry.” Able said. Caine reclined in the roller chair and let out a deep caffeinated sigh before plopping the papers on his desk. “Well, sir?” Able asked. Caine removed his glasses and rested his hand on his temple. “You...
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