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Submitted to Contest #296
He hasn’t had his morning coffee in weeks.The old place—brick walls, checkered floor, string lights that stay up all year—used to be his favorite. Used to be theirs. She hasn’t set foot inside in months, not officially. But she walks past it nearly every morning now, pausing just long enough for the barista behind the counter to glance toward the window, curious.She never comes in.She doesn’t know why.Thomas knows exactly why.He watches from a parked car across the street, hidden behind the safe anonymity of tinted windows and yesterday’s ne...
Submitted to Contest #290
Evelyn walked through the park, the soft evening air brushing against her skin. The world felt hazy, as though the lines between the present and something deeper were beginning to blur. She didn’t know why she’d come to this park today. It was just another stop in her routine, or so she thought. Her steps slowed as she passed the fountain, the steady trickle of water seeming to echo in her chest.Then, she saw him.He stood by the path, facing away from her, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket. His posture was familiar, as though she h...
Submitted to Contest #272
The night air in Washington, D.C. carried a chill that crept under William’s skin despite his centuries of resilience. The city bustled with life, even at this hour, as it always did. Neon lights flickered in the distance, casting shadows across the National Mall, where tourists wandered with tired feet and waning excitement. William lingered near the Smithsonian museums, blending in effortlessly with the passing crowds. To them, he was just another night owl exploring the capital’s history under the cover of darkness. But for William, tonig...
Submitted to Contest #271
Dean had always loved Central Park. The vast green space amid the concrete and steel of New York City had become his personal sanctuary over the years. On any given Saturday, you'd find him jogging along the winding paths, headphones in, lost in the music and the rhythmic pounding of his feet against the pavement. Today was no different—well, almost. As the morning sun began to filter through the towering oaks and maples, casting dappled light across the park, Dean rounded the corner near the Bethesda Fountain. His breath was steady, his leg...
Submitted to Contest #242
Ella, though not her real name, was a skilled agent operating under the guise of an ordinary woman, parked her car outside the Salvador Dalí Museum in St. Petersburg, Florida. She glanced at the clock on her car’s dashboard and exhaled a sigh of relief as it read 2:02. Still twenty minutes early, she had time to assess the situation before her mission commenced.The museum was unusually quiet for a Tuesday afternoon, but Ella didn’t mind. Dressed in nondescript black pants and a purple blouse, she blended seamlessly into the surroundings. Her...
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