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Submitted to Contest #192
My feet slide out from under me. I realize I have stepped on it when it is too late. A knee-jerk movement causes me to flail my arms, and I almost throw myself off balance. In a moment, as I perform a half-hearted split on the damp planks of the small bridge, I realize I have definitely lost my sense of humor. Brownish and slippery, it made me lose control. The athletic gesture stops with a snatch. Crap! “You have to do it but don’t look at it,” I repeat to myself. Yet the eye falls as I, with my arms outstretched, pretend to be balancing ...
Submitted to Contest #187
The stray cat meandered through the alley, her tail twitching as if she was looking for something. She stopped every few steps to sniff the air, and glance around as if she knew something I didn’t. Eventually, she made her way to a wall full of graffiti at the end of the alley and stopped in front of it, her green eyes shining in the darkness. I hesitated, wondering if I should follow her. I had no idea what she was up to, and the last thing I wanted was to get into trouble. But curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to take a chance....
Shorttail roamed the rocky, snow-dusted terrain of the Himalayas, his sharp blue eyes searching for prey. His thick gray fur protected his magnificent form from the icy winds that blew spitefully at him. The bristling hairs rippled in the breeze, like waves in the sea. Sharp snowflakes landed on the tips of his ears and melted into droplets of moisture. He had honed his hunting skills over many years in these mountains, but with no one to share his triumphs and victories with, he felt a deep loneliness. He paused, sniffing for the slight sce...
Submitted to Contest #184
The elder sat motionless, the aged eyes of his gazed into the darkness of the early morning, beholding its reluctant retreat as the dawn of a new day arrived. He had seen so much in his many years: the intensity of fights, the cheerfulness of youngsters, the pleasantness of the pairings, and the laments of death. The morning air was cold and he felt a shiver run through him as he looked out on the world, seeing hazy morning lights start to sharpen into view.The old soul reflected on the memories of times past, of the sounds of gaiety, of the...
The finger in the protective glove approached the button to stop, trembling, a few millimeters from the glowing surface. That piece of plastic possessed an unreal power: it turned a possibility into a choice. Intermittently, a deep blue hue illuminated the small cockpit because Marcello had not yet activated the external projection on the syntho-glass screens. It was like staying hidden in his own thoughts. He did it every time. The air in the cockpit left a metallic taste in his mouth, like that of the coin his grandfather had given hi...
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