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Submitted to Contest #296
The room was far from dark. Fairy lights speckled the walls as though climbing them. They were strung like ivy, falling and rising and flickering in slow motion. Outside, the snow descended silently from an overcast sky. It was 7:00 am, but not light enough to call it day. The pedestal fan blew at its lowest speed, circulating air warmed by heat turned up high. It was restful and clean. Annabeth Whitmore hoped the stillness wouldn't be disturbed by the pigeons who'd decided to come morning by morning and break the peaceful spell with their i...
Submitted to Contest #294
Page may as well be the silver screen. Cursor keeps time—time, and more time wasted. “How DARE Word try to sully me?” Cursor rants. Fingers hover over a keyboard, and eyes stare fixedly at Page. Cursor hates it. A moody table lamp commands light to wrap around an already bright screen, waiting to be perforated with letters like a distress signal meant for Page alone. Page is alternately immersed in the nighttime of dark mode. She doesn't mind undergoing the experimentation but longs to be plunged into one depth or another to pull out pearls ...
Submitted to Contest #293
This portrayal mentions themes of substance abuse, physical harm, and mental health issues.He drives a cab in New York City, crawling the streets of Gotham. Eddie is his name, and he got saved a couple of years ago. He was in bad shape back then, but God did the miraculous. Eddie had to do the rest if he was going to make it, and he can't take much of the credit. God was behind every step, and Eddie took them all, albeit blindly. Faith meant walking on water if he didn't want to die. This job helps a lot. Actually, it lets God help Eddie hel...
Submitted to Contest #292
While this is a fictional short story, it deals with combat and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder in soldiers returning from war.Dale awoke to a storm that disturbed him. The snow was blowing so hard and high around the buildings outside his window that it obscured them in the darkness and transformed them into ghostly shadows. Only the streetlights revealed their outlines. Dale stared at the eerie, deserted scene and felt scared. Scared and alone. He couldn’t understand why clean, crisp, new snow blowing wildly in early February was wreaking h...
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