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Jay Simmons

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Vain Glory

Submitted to Contest #305

The priest spread his arms like Christ on the cross. His fists shook and his gaze tilted to the sky. The crowd roared and the priest appeared to hang there, exultant, on the stone balcony of the Capitol building. Donald regretted the priest. Picking him was a mistake, a moment of misjudged improvisation. Donald had planned everything else. After he won in November he knew precisely what he wanted to happen. Golf first. A celebratory round with the six men he trusted most. They arrived at the course at noon, five hours after the election part...

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Louis For The Weekend

Submitted to Contest #246

The afternoon was dragging. Louis and I looked at the clock above the whiteboard, and the clock looked back. Everyone was watching us. Somehow the whole class knew about Louis coming to my house. Like it was news.When the hands of the clock finally formed a right angle, Louis and I were first out of the classroom and onto the sunny playground. We followed Mum to the car and sat together in the back. The travel screens were still buckled to the front headrests from our family holiday to Cornwall a month ago. ‘Don’t you have these?’Louis ...

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Dairy Cows

Submitted to Contest #244

I was on the platform when Ant phoned me. He was supposed to pick me up from the station. We would then drive to Nutton Farm for the story. I’d never met Ant before. Not properly. He was rarely in the newsroom. He tended to film feature pieces. When I pitched the farm story, the bosses roped him in as well: I would write the article, he would film for the website. There would be a photographer there as well, apparently. I was quite pleased with myself. I had found a story as an intern that was important enough to involve journalists twice my...

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