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Submitted to Contest #97
The stain on my ceiling looked like a dead dog. It was an ugly mottled brown, like it had rabies. I felt bad for the poor thing. If I tried hard, I could convince myself that it resembled something different, but tonight I was stuck lying on my back staring at the broken legs, the oddly shaped body, and the head that went the wrong way.It was almost 2 a.m.; my mother would be asleep and my sister would be pretending to be. Whatever bed my father was lying in, I hoped he was more miserable than me. Sleep evaded me for the past two hours, leav...
Submitted to Contest #96
France, 1944Bullets tear at us through the blackened husk of civilization. It is night, and the pinpricks of bright gunfire scatter amongst the wreckage of buildings. The cacophony mixes with the surprised shouts of men on either side of me.First Lieutenant Heath presses a hand on his helmet and ducks. “Take cover!”I drop to a crouch and scramble towards a tall piece of concrete. A bullet rams into my shoulder and I fall. I don’t have time to recover. I pull myself the rest of the way as bullets impale the ground around me.I lean back agains...
Submitted to Contest #94
It was 2 a.m. and Denny’s was crammed with convalescing college kids. Sherry wiped up the coffee on table three and tried to ignore the wave of drunkenness that splattered the tacky walls with idiocy. It was the weekend before finals, and everyone was wasted.A waitress’s worst nightmare.Sherry finished cleaning and strode toward three guys sitting at a booth. They didn’t acknowledge her as she pulled out her notebook; two of them were too busy laughing at the third, who poured a goop of syrup into his black coffee.She wasn’t paid enough to t...
Submitted to Contest #93
The reception just started and someone was already dead. Unfortunately for Eric, that person was him. He always found himself in awkward situations, but things got a whole lot more awkward when his heart stopped beating and he got the urge to consume human flesh. It was about the time when the bridegroom finished his toast to the packed warehouse. He missed the last few words of his new brother-in-law’s speech, but he clapped with the rest of the crowd. Daniel gestured at him with the mic. If his heart had still been working, it would have ...
Submitted to Contest #92
Josephine couldn’t have been more excited when she saw the car pull into her driveway. A new roommate! Her house was so out of the way she was surprised that anyone would want to live here.Jo stood in the foyer holding two champagne glasses. The dainty things were a stark contrast to the house, with its peeling walls, dark corners, and creaky floorboards. She hoped her new friend wouldn’t mind the blemishes. At least, she hoped Sandra wanted to be friends. Dear goodness, Jo didn’t want it to be a case of carefully avoiding each other, waitin...
Submitted to Contest #91
Agent Hatch looked for his target. The library wasn’t packed, so it wouldn’t be difficult to spot her. The place had brown walls, brown carpet, and brown shelves. Agent Hatch stood out with his large frame, causing the librarian to eye him for the last half hour. He was glad he picked up a book on his way to the small brown table in the middle of the room. The librarian couldn’t get onto his ass for loitering. Agent Hatch usually enjoyed libraries, the smell of paper and dust, the quietness, but with the silence and the suspense, and the fa...
Submitted to Contest #90
Renata rested her hands on her knees and breathed as Jared settled to a stop next to her. He looked winded as well, but not as much as Renata. She’d always thought it unfair that boys seemed more fit for this kind of stuff than girls.The storm winds rushed through the woods, pushing her in the direction that they had been running. They prompted her to keep going, but she couldn’t. She needed to rest. Her parents were right, she should have let Jared go it alone. He was faster than she was; he’d laboriously worked the fields while she’d washe...
Submitted to Contest #89
John brought the bottle of liquor to his lips and swayed under the blazing mid-morning sun. He kicked a piece of loose concrete down the sidewalk as the liquid scorched his throat. It tumbled off into the grass, and he briefly considered picking it up and lobbing it into the street.His apartment loomed a couple blocks before him, with its crappy A/C and questionable security. That window there looked into his kitchen. John had left his brother, Seth, resting against the stove, arms crossed, eyes drooping with disappointment as he escaped out...
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