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Submitted to Contest #105
Lights up. The stage is dark. A spotlight reveals ANGELINE, sitting alone on a park bench. In her hand, she holds a white rose. She ponders the events that have just ensued. For about the sixth time today, I wonder why I'm even here, what made me decide to do this. I sacrifice my lunches and after-school homework times just to be here and do what? I'm just sitting here on this bench in the middle of the stage, doing almost nothing while people stare at me. Up in the catwalk, four people dressed in black fuss with a humongous light fixture...
Submitted to Contest #100
The room was quiet, save the sound of chewing and the occasional clink of silverware and dishes. Despite the lack of conversation, Jane was happy. She was reunited with her high school friends, and that alone was enough to make a smile involuntarily play around her lips. Together, the six people sitting around the dinner table were once the closest friends in Chelsea, though you wouldn't have been able to tell from the silent meal. It was a sad sight, and Jane was disappointed that no one was talking. It was almost as if the old friendships ...
Submitted to Contest #62
Reality hit him like a splash of cold water in the face. The floodgates opened, abrupt consciousness threatened to drown him. He came to his senses, disoriented by his surroundings. He looked around. What had just happened? What had he been thinking about? Why did he feel weird, and why did he suddenly have a pounding headache? He closed his eyes and rested his head on his hands. He couldn't understand why his brain felt so strange. Just think, he told himself. It didn't seem so hard when he phrased it that way. Think. My name is Newt. Th...
Submitted to Contest #49
The dirt-streaked windows give the waiting room a dingy, run-down feel. For a room where so many people spend so much time, you would think there would be a bigger budget for upkeep. The overhead lights are dim and weak, so the majority of the light comes from the large windows that take up the south wall. The room itself is well furnished, but it lacks the pristine, sterile quality of the rest of the hospital. I wonder if the depressing nature of the room and the people in it contributes to the overall grimness of the space. Outside the win...
Submitted to Contest #47
As you stand outside the front door, waiting for someone to open it, you're reminded of what a preposterous idea it is to have a themed party in the dead of summer. Furthermore, a victorian costume party where dressing up is an enforced requirement. Your velvet, floor-length, long sleeve dress would be great protection from any brisk winds, but in the dry night heat, it's sweltering and positively miserable. This party better not be as miserable as I feel right now, you think to yourself. You don't have high hopes for the outcome, though. No...
Submitted to Contest #46
E-book: Of course, the responsibility had to fall to me. I wrote the book. The world came from my own brain. I sacrificed mindless hours to the tasks of writing, revising, and editing this labor of love. Naturally, my editors and cover artist would grant me the 'honor' of finalizing the process. The honor? More like the responsibility. A responsibility that was weighing on me much more than I had anticipated. I had one last opportunity to chicken out, a last chance to pull the plug on the entire operation. I was tempted. I wanted to, really...
Submitted to Contest #44
My name is Ryan James Harper, and I live in a crazy, upside-down world. Actually, it's a normal world. It's normally perfect and perfectly normal in every way. In my mind, at least, that's abnormal. But it's only unsettling when you take the time to think about it. That's probably why no one ever does. The world I live in is what used to be called virtual reality. Now it's just called life. It's almost ironic that our world is completely fabricated, yet almost everyone accepts it as reality. I don't know what the world looks like, what it so...
Submitted to Contest #25
I rub my eyes, a bleak attempt at waking myself up enough to do my job. Too bad I left my coffee at home this morning. I stayed up until midnight last night, knowing full well that I would have to come to work today. Call it a poor decision, but I'm not about to miss New Year's for a few extra hours of sleep. I barely avoid pricking my finger on my name-tag as I pin it to my shirt. I look in the desk mirror the manager keeps at the customer service station. I straighten the pin, making sure the gold, metal-embossed "Veronica" is perfectly al...
Submitted to Contest #23
I woke up to utter silence, no cars honking, no sound of pedestrian walkways beeping outside my apartment window. In the place of those noises, there was only emptiness. And I felt a pang of dread, a feeling driven from some lost instinct, drawn deep down from the depths of my soul. With increasing dismay, I pried open the curtains with my fingers. Outside, I saw only blinding whiteness. I saw the snow, and I heard nothing. White and silence, a stark contrast to the colorful, strikingly noisy city I normally resided in and relished. In my mi...
Submitted to Contest #22
A new world. A new life for us all, they promised. A new way of life, a new society, a new economy, a new government system. And they promised the delivery of it all in the new year. Half of the world had waited for this day for months, years, decades. Of course, we honored and respected those in the centuries before us, the generations of people who did not live to see this momentous occasion. And we pitied the young folk, the children who knew nothing but the corrupt system and war-filled world we lived in. They were young enough where the...
Submitted to Contest #21
It started out as a simple mistake that ballooned into an unmanageable mess, one even the manager couldn't manage. Considering John worked a nine to five office job at an insurance company, the annual company Christmas party should have been nothing special. Just a white elephant gift exchange, and some really low budget, store-bought Christmas cookies. The Christmas festivities started about two weeks before Christmas. The email, sent out by the office manager, left no hint that an actual human had even written it. It was a monotonous remin...
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