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Submitted to Contest #272
“Do I have to?” Alexis buckled her secondary firearm around her ankle before ensuring her array of blades were clipped around her belt. “I’ve watched this clan for quite some time, and they don’t seem to be posing any danger to the Board.” She’d never questioned the Master before. The task had been clearly laid before her. Eliminate them all. The Master snarled and snapped at Alexis before answering her through her mind. “Yes, do as you have been commanded. I have spoken.” It was only with great practice that Alexis kept from flinching when ...
“Don’t scratch at it.” Sammie swatted the redhead’s hand away from the back of her neck. “I said don’t pick,” she repeated through gritted teeth. She sighed, grabbed the redhead’s loose hand, and buckled it back down to the chair. “If you try to fight, it’ll only make things worse.”Sammie spun a dial on the radio sitting on the workbench. The redhead’s body stiffened and then relaxed as Sammie turned the dial back. “I think you are about ready. Nod if you agree.”The redhead struggled to keep her head stationary, her eyes screwed shut in conc...
Submitted to Contest #271
“Hi.” Silence. The little red-haired girl stared at the brunette one sitting under the slide. “Can I come under there?” Silence. The redhead plopped on the ground and scooted over. “I’m Tina.” Silence. “I’m six, you know. My family moved here last week. This is my first time at the park. Do you play here a bunch?” Silence.“Michelle!” A woman called from a nearby bench. “Michelle, it’s time to go home now.”The brunette girl climbed from beneath the slide and dusted off her jeans before running to her mom. Tina called after her. “Nice to meet ...
Submitted to Contest #184
After carefully selecting her items, the woman paid for her thrift store purchases. The clerk judiciously wrapped the working coffee pot with an uncracked carafe, a beat-up coffee grinder, and a white embossed coffee mug. The woman cautiously pulled the scarf over her head and settled sunglasses over her eyes as she exited. She stopped at the corner store mart for some filters and made her way to the sparsely furnished apartment she’d recently rented. As she entered her place, the woman carefully turned each door lock, leaving a random one...
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