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Submitted to Contest #303
Intro Seven days after Recollection Day. President Don Wills. He’s a tall man in his fifties. Medium build with a beard. He isn’t handsome, but he isn’t ugly. He just is. He wouldn’t stand out in a crowd, but he did a have a sense of gravitas around him when he spoke. The kind that makes you feel like maybe, just maybe, he could hold the country together while it tries to come apart at the seams. He sits behind the desk in the Oval Office, hands clasped and face serious. This was the first official address since it had happened. Recollectio...
"You have to understand..." the man gasped as they wrestled him to the ground and painfully pinned his arms behind his back. "Please. Understand. I didn't have a choice!" he screams. "She asked me. She begged me!"They had him on his stomach now, his left cheek pressed hard into the carpeted floor. His face inches away from the pool of blood that was still growing and creeping it's way towards him. It was so... red. Shockingly red but quickly turning dark. He looks up, and see's his daughter in the crowd, smiling at last.She hadn't smiled sin...
Submitted to Contest #301
Diane West was about to die and no-one was going to care. She played a dangerous game but considered the risk worth the reward. In fact, in her sober moments, she wished she would.She was well known in the small rural town. Everyone knew her. Everyone ignored her. With cause. If she wasn't asking for drugs, she was begging for money. Or maybe it was the other way around. Begging for drugs and asking for money. People had tried to help, but she wasn't willing.The old men frowned and the old women shook their heads. "Bless her heart," they'd ...
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