Fi Brie

“Lightning Thief” by Fi Brie

Submitted to Contest #232

1023 P.N 21:00  I failed. I failed Her. And now I am running, chest heaving, stumbling over peaked dunes, kicking up the red dirt on Surface Hill, aware of the shouts and pounding feet behind me. My heavy sack bangs against my legs and I consider tossing it into a crate, but the precious cargo within will take me an eternity to gain back.  I have a le...

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“Lips and Ships” by Fi Brie

Submitted to Contest #200

LIBBY On Monday at 10:00, I slapped my long overdue resignation letter onto my supervisor’s desk at the Daily Horn. By 11:30, Billy Brenden’s decaying corpse had been unearthed on the Tuldark Estate renovation site. By noon, with plenty of fresh coffee and pastries to sweeten the deal, Rowena Parrot, said supervisor, had convinced me that God was at work and the discovery was the Horn’s ticket to sal...

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“COMMANDMENT” by Fi Brie

Submitted to Contest #199

As my right knuckle connects with the door the third time, I realise my keys are clasped in my left first, but both of my hands are shaking. I hear Mum’s movement inside, shouting that she’ll be there in a sec and I hear the slam of an oven door and the pitter patter of her slippers. Her face is first expectant, then confused, then concerned. “Mary-Jane?” she says as my knees give way and I fall with...

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“I am Madam” by Fi Brie

Submitted to Contest #148

They call me the Madam of the place, but personally, I can't stand that title. Madam? I mean what is that?When you hear that title, how would you picture the person in question - physically I mean? I guess you might envision someone wide set, full in the chest, miserable in the mouth, excessive in the jowls and untrusting in the eyes? Perhaps in the second half of their years, with wisps of greying hair highlighted through a taut elaborate low bun?Let’s talk skin - would you ...

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“If I Only Had The Nerve” by Fi Brie

Visiting hours were almost over, but Mitch knew the receptionist had a weakness for freshly baked oatmeal cookies from Mama’s across the street. Ten minutes, Isabella mouthed as she hid the bright pink box beneath her station and jerked her head towards the lifts. Mitch jostled with the other box in his arms, bigger and pinker, held together with white ribbon and took the steps two at a time....

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“The Oath” by Fi Brie

Submitted to Contest #142

‘You promised.’ Juliet thought her voice wouldn't betray her disappointment, but it did. It came out like a whimper, small and pathetic. She cringed and swiped at her wind swept hair, currently invading her vision, so that she could keep her eyes locked on her betrayer. Romeo looked back at her, across the table, a small smile flickering on the corner of his mouth. He opened his arms out a...

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“Glutton for Punishment ” by Fi Brie

Submitted to Contest #133

HIM - PRESENT Even with the barrel of the gun pressed to my left temple, I still crack a smile.  She looks at me, through her thick blonde lashes and a frown creases on her brow. The barrel twists against my head, pinching my flesh. “What’s funny?” she snarls. I shrug. “When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile,” I say, my eyes landing on the velvet red box on th...

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“Unforeseen Consequences” by Fi Brie

Submitted to Contest #131

We sit at the table every night, in the exact same places.  Ma on my right at the head, on the chair with the arm rests, Chaarun on Ma’s right, little Cody next to him, and Coffey next to me. When I’m lying in bed at night, Chaarun asleep beside me, I like to replay dinnertime over and over in my mind. I screw my eyes shut tight and force myself to remember. I’ve done this every night since my 5th birthday....

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“Hear No Evil” by Fi Brie

Submitted to Contest #119

Jackson Marriott knew he’d messed up from the moment he saw the police car erratically mount the curb outside No. 7, narrowly missing this morning’s pile of bin bags that sat lazily in the front drive. His hand trembled as he used his middle finger to nervously push the bridge of his coke bottle glasses further up his nose. He blinked and his bottom eyelid twitched. With his jowly face pressed up against the glass of his...

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