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Submitted to Contest #181
(Note: This story contains references to the MeToo movement.) "Let's go for a walk," said Senator Feinbees, clutching his folio in his arm. "Why? Where are we going?" said Senator Laten, appearing to anticipate a hard conversation. "Let's just walk." Suddenly Laten's perspective on life shifted. Often, living life seemed to be a little journey, some myopic quest in which the outer significance of the situation had little to do with the inner stressors of just being alive. Laten never thought that he'd be called out. he wasn't expecti...
Submitted to Contest #180
"This isn't what I had in mind," said Jonas Ferringby as he stood at the point of a scimitar. "I really should think about learning a new language." This was it for the international spy. He'd come from across the globe, trotted through the marshes of France and visited the cathedrals of Italy. He'd tracked his quarry through months and weeks of grueling guesswork. Where were the nukes? Had the government of Qatar made the shipment? Only time would tell. But for now, Jonas had a rather prickly situation standing before him. The blade o...
Submitted to Contest #179
(Note: Contains references to surgery.) Herr Arthur Shaupenfrauf, I have compiled a list of your New Years resolutions for the year 2024. Listen very carefully. It might not matter too much, as so much as happened. But I want you to be cognizant of the fact that not everything that we have been through these past few years has been that bad. Ultimately, we have survived. Though we may not have the ability to achieve all ten of the things on this list within a sufficient period, I want you to know that life is still good. I have been watchi...
Submitted to Contest #158
“Hello, Ma’am,” said Spencer Fine, holding onto his bookbag. “How are you doing today?” The woman was a rather voluptuous lady in her thirties. She was wearing a silk, decorated chemise with a green skirt and comfortable shoes. “Leave me alone,” she said. “Okay,” said Spencer. “I hope you have a nice day.” “Whatever. Shut up.” Spencer was in a quandary he had created for himself. His whole life, he’d been a bully. He’d bullied everyone: his brothers and sisters, his classmates, his friends, strangers. For years they had warned him. One day,...
Submitted to Contest #157
It was a cold Sunday in January and Paul Mundelex was having his favorite brand of coffee at the office. He’d worked for two hours already and was building up a head of steam. Next was the big weekly meeting in which all his reports would be giving updates as to their progress on the Johnstone agreement. The agreement was the child of over six months of tireless work, coming from an early draft through to a development process that required thousands of billable hours in total. People worked all day on this project, some working on weekends...
“In the desert, there is no time,” said Cily’s father. “There’s no time for life. No time for enjoyment.” The year is 2096 and the earth is dying. Most of the planet is uninhabitable, completely, except for a small portion of land located at the interior of the former United States. Called Moraldia, this is the land that is overflowing with milk and honey. The last bastion of civilization and the last place for humanity to thrive. The old folks tell stories about Moraldia as they skin their desert cactus and collect their fees in the hot su...
Submitted to Contest #156
“What are you, bloody French?” said the man standing across from June. “I am neither bloody nor French,” said June, pointing a standalone eraser at the man. “Now who are you and how did I get here?” “Dost thou not know me?” said the man, looking like a penguin in his 16th century getup. “For what hapt hath been for to see, beheld.” “You kiss your mother with that mouth?” “Ma mere?” “Yes, ta mere. Now who are you, and what is your name?” “Yes, for I am hence the burliest, the bravest, without behest of burlesque or a questioning hypochondria....
Submitted to Contest #155
"What?" said Dennis Fellis, holding the marker cap to his teeth. "What is it?"Dennis Fellis was in a bit of a bind. He had just gotten his first Bugatti at a tremendous discount. It had come with all of the bells and whistles, including hydraulics, window tints, and a racing mode. What Dennis hadn't bothered to realize was that the whole car was fake. Every inch of it was a counterfeit, made without even the semblance of propriety. His father, Max Fellis, was able to see through the whole thing right from the get-go. First it was the birthda...
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