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Submitted to Contest #59
Just yesterday, Ave had been comfortably perched in the lap of her latest suitor, being spoon-fed wealth and luxury in gross excess. How she had ended up on a train, gagged and blindfolded, she had no recollection. But here she was, for better or worse. The seat was luxurious, cushioning itself around her body wherever it made contact. The train’s vibrations were hardly noticeable through her seat on the plush furniture. Unfamiliar spices wafted through the air, tingling her nose, and the distant murmur of chatter taunted her. Whatever thi...
Submitted to Contest #58
August crept down the sidewalk, trying his best to avoid lampposts and widely stepping around the multitude of puddles. He had never been one to follow rules, but his normal chaos involved being an everyday nuisance – setting off fire alarms, running his hands over every button in an elevator, cutting people off while driving, all accompanied by a biting wit if anyone worked up the nerve to talk to him – not shutting down the power in an entire sector of the city. He doubted anyone would be surprised at this stunt, but it still gave him a ...
Submitted to Contest #57
Calen was having a rotten day. Granted it had started off well, with him stumbling across a portal into the future. The portal hosted endless possibilities for him and his gang, possibilities that hadn’t had any time yet to come to fruition because he had been severely distracted by one crucial aspect of the future. His reputation. Calen Garesh was the most feared and revered gang leader in the smoking, cobbled cesspit that was London in the early twentieth century. His gnarled fingers of influence reached out and entwined themselves i...
Submitted to Contest #30
I swear there wasn’t a car anywhere near me when I started my walk across the intersection. It was empty, and it was a four way stop. You’d think I would notice an impatient driver creeping through the stop sign, or they would see me speed walking across the walkway. The horn blaring wakes me up from whatever thoughts were absorbing me as I walked. My hands wave frantically in front of my face, as if to sto...
Shortlisted for Contest #26 ⭐️
I remember the day I first stumbled upon the name ‘William Banting.’ I was fourteen years old, friendless and awkward, and obsessed with poetry. The school library was my haunting ground. One day I was wandering through the back recesses of the library when I found a pamphlet titled Letter on Corpulence, Addressed to the Public. I’m still not entirely sure why my public school had this buried in its depths, but I am forever grateful it did. That was my first day experiencing faith. &...
Shortlisted for Contest #25 ⭐️
The start of a new year is not a novelty for me anymore. The air that fills lungs with pollution and hope, the echoes of colour illuminating the sky and raucous laughter that reverberates between houses and keeps you awake well past midnight. All of this is familiar to me, worn into the grooves that line my face and flowing in the webs of blue that protrude from my thinning extremities. I once felt such excitement with the coming of another year, a prodigal “new beginning.” I haven’t written a New Year’s resolution in twenty years. At a cer...
Submitted to Contest #24
I get the phone call at 2 a.m. Not an abnormal event in my line of work, but annoying nonetheless. Unfortunately, people don’t seem to understand the concept of “sleep” when crime is involved. I roll over and slowly emerge from my nest of blankets. My clothes are rumpled from sleep and my socks are slightly damp, but otherwise I feel presentable. As I walk out the door, I grab a banana from the bowl sitting on the floor by my shoes. It’s a twenty-minute drive to the police station from my apartment. No one is out this early in the mor...
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