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Submitted to Contest #135
“Are you ready?” asked Travis. He was supposed to be dead, but he visited Nicole often, so he couldn’t be. “No,” she replied. “I don’t think I’ll ever be ready.” “Pussy,” said her mom from the chair in the corner. Her mother was in Chicago most of the time, hundreds of miles away, but somehow she managed to sit in that chair every night. Usually she only said one word at a time, and that word was usually something bad. Nicole tried to ignore her mother, to focus on Travis. “I’m scared, okay? I am terrified. That just means I’m sane, ...
Submitted to Contest #132
Lorne didn’t give one fuck about religion, or spirituality, or anything relating to the supernatural. He did care for his daughter, though, and she was crazy about going to church. He didn’t think he’d ever met a kid who hadn’t been forced into going, or who hadn’t fallen asleep in a pew on Sundays. But his little Beth was the one who nagged him into dressing up and going to the big cathedral downtown every weekend, and sometimes on Wednesdays. The big cathedral had used to be dedicated to St. Francis of Assisi, but over the years it had ch...
Submitted to Contest #52
In Brimfield Massachusetts, the February days were snowy, and it wasn’t yet warm enough for the spring ice to form. The antiquers and flea market enthusiasts would come in noisy throngs in the summer, but for now there was snow-dampened silence. The sky was rarely seen through the constant heavy cloud cover. No crocuses showed their bright heads through the powdery snow. The world slept in winter, but people did not.Just out of sight from Wales Road was a trim three-story colonial, and Marilyn McCoy was not asleep. She was preparing to brave...
Submitted to Contest #50
Connor Lobell and his wife, Loretta Smith-Lobell, drove down the deserted highway, cornstalks waving on either side of them in the afternoon breeze. “You’re going too fast, Loretta,” Connor said. Loretta gritted her teeth, but remained silent. “I know it looks like there’s no one around, but there could be a cop hidden around any corner,” Conner went on. “There are no corners. There hasn’t been a corner in a hundred miles,” Loretta replied, cursing herself for getting sucked into another argument. They’d done nothing but argue since leaving...
Submitted to Contest #49
A man and a woman sat opposite each other in the waiting room to Hell, alone. They were looking at their phones, which were playing a steady stream of pharmaceutical drug commercials. There was no option to view anything else. There was nothing else to look in the room except each other, and a few nondescript paintings. Not even a door or a reception desk.Eleanor, the woman, had been an appreciator of fine art in life, and always tried to find something nice to say about a piece even if she didn’t like it. But when she tried to take a break ...
Submitted to Contest #3
Ella walked into the shabby house where the plump, smiling woman from Together for Life had directed her. This was her last chance, she thought, trying to project more confidence than she felt. Mostly she felt despair, but she knew from past experience that most men weren’t attracted to such an emotion. She had tried Match.com, eHarmony, Plenty of Fish, Tinder, OKCupid…the list of sites, from free to very pricey, seemed endless. She had used Meetup.com and other group sites to find people with similar interests. She’d made some friends, had...
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