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Submitted to Contest #103
Benny held the old Polaroid print in his hand. Its white border was stained with dirty fingerprints. An old piece of Sellotape had been wrapped around its top right-hand corner, holding a tear together. On the back, written in black biro it said "Crackpot and the boss, 81".It was him alright, in the image, although much younger. He recognised the old wood paneling from the gym. They had ripped that down about twenty years ago when they expanded. He would stand on the other side of that wall now, where they had knocked through. In the ph...
Submitted to Contest #102
When the captain asked for volunteers to take a recon mission two clicks up the Mekong river and didn’t get any forthcoming hands in the air, he noticed Eddie Brown trying to hide behind the pack of soldiers at the back of the platoon. Head and eyes down, shoulders dropped low, he pulled his helmet over his brow in the hope he wouldn’t be noticed. It did exactly the opposite. The captain, a square jawed, enthusiastic war veteran took Browns game of hide and seek as a selfish act of cowardliness and put him on point at the front of the gunboa...
Submitted to Contest #101
“10, 9, 8, 7….”“It’s not you, it’s me. I’ve changed”“6, 5, 4…..”“I still love you, just not in the same way”“3, 2, 1……”“I’m leaving you”“HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!”00:14 January 1st 2016Fifteen minutes ago, I was in love.Now? I don’t know what this is. Love Limbo? I’m a relationship refugee. I was securely docked as Captain of the good ship Boyfriend at the harbour of content and happiness and now I’ve been cast off into the murky but familiar ocean of rejection and loneliness, torpedoed by the enemy submarine named Cruel and Heartless. Like all suc...
Submitted to Contest #100
John William-Gracie opted for pork ribs to start. It had to be that Carolina sauce, not the texas stuff. The Texan BBQ was too dry. The rubs tended to be salt and double pepper, classic in a sense, but rudimentary for Gracie’s taste. The sauce almost always on the side with Texans, like it was to sacrilege to pour some sauce over the meat. If they smoked it for hours, baked, and then cremated it on a flame, sure he’d take it. He’d never pass up good BBQ, but he doubted they would spend the time on it to make it just the way he liked it. The ...
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