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Submitted to Contest #65
‘’But Mum, I was going to Janes party tonight’’ I say, before slamming the door of the living room ‘’excuse me young lady but, me and your father and going out to Samantha’s for a Halloween drink , you are staying here to look after your sister’’ my mum says, we both look over to my sister Beth, playing with her Iron man action figure, also wearing an Iron man costume, he’s always been her favourite. ‘’That is final and please don’t try to argue with me ’’ mum says walking out the room ‘’we’ll be back around 10 tomorrow morning probably’’ sh...
Submitted to Contest #64
The Scorcher Interview What a morning on the London outskirts, wake up to one of the best sunrises ever to be seen in September, the birds are chirping beautifully but that soon turns to the loud screech of an alarm clock ‘’aah’’ I yell and whack the alarm clocks top ‘’goddamn thing’’ I sat up, stretched all of my limbs, we’ll all those that I had left. ‘’Hey hon, time to get you up huh? Don’t want to be late for your interview.’’ My wife Cathy said as she walked through the bedroom door’’ ‘’Yeah haha’’ I replied smiling and uncovering w...
Submitted to Contest #60
Soul and Ruins It is dark and cold, the air smells of something…. something indescribable, while the ash of the deceased float through the open air. It has been 6 years since the skies lit up with atomic fire, the world stripped down to its brown base and no one to explain what led to it. My name is Jessica Murray and somehow, I survived the complete annihilation of our beautiful planet Earth. I honestly did not think the bunker at my parent’s mansion would work, but it did. Biggest downside my parents were not with me at the time, I have ...
Submitted to Contest #59
It was a cool autumnal evening, as the colours of red and orange ripped there way through the streets of New York city. The sound of a car trunk slamming shut warns of the birds, as Bryan Smith stands behind the car in deep annoyance. ‘’Why are we doing this?’’ he mutters to himself. ‘’Because’’ his wife Angie says before dropping one of the moving boxes down the steps. ‘’Damn it…..because I think its time we should leave this deep dark pit of a city.’’ She picks up the box and puts them in the back of the car. Bryan still standing behind th...
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