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Submitted to Contest #315
Click. The gun didn’t fire. Mark held it to his temple for a couple of seconds to see if it would go off. It didn’t. He pulled the gun down and looked at it. It was a Taurus model 605 revolver in 357 caliber. He opened the cylinder and pulled out the single round and examined it. The primer was clearly dented from the firing pin. Out of the thousands of ammo rounds he had loaded in his basement, he picked the one that didn’t go off. Just one more failure in his life, he could hear his wife in his ear. “You can’t even kill yourself properly, ...
Submitted to Contest #280
“How are you going to get your Nova back?” Stacy asked.“I’m going to steal it from the police.” Justin said. “What? That’s crazy! You can’t do that!”“Look, it’s your fault it got impounded in the first place. I told you to take it easy and don’t do anything stupid. You were doing sixty in a thirty-five! If you weren’t speeding, they wouldn’t of pulled you over.” Justin turned his attention back to the road and guided the Firebird back into the lane. He concentrated on the road ahead. He was warm in his leather jacket, jeans, and boots. Stacy...
Submitted to Contest #227
Jack’s bones were cold. He questioned his sanity, crouched down behind a log, his breath visible. He couldn’t feel his toes, and his fingers were numb. The snow had melted under him, and he sat in a puddle of wet grass. Snow clung to the rifle in spots, and it felt like he was holding an icicle. He watched the blanket of snow on the field before him, hoping he would see some wild game. It had been days since he had a proper meal. Silence covered the field and the woods around him. The birds huddled in their nests, too discouraged by...
Submitted to Contest #218
The screech of the tires sliding on the asphalt had a rhythm that pierced Amelia’s ears. Thump, thump, thump reverberated through the car as it slid off the road. A loud pop and then the hissing of steam ended the crescendo. The warm, sweet smell of antifreeze filled the car. “Are you ok?” Amelia asked her son David. “I’m OK.” “Let’s get out of the car.” “Mom, my door won’t open.” “Come out this side,” Amelia said as she exited the car. David crawled over to her side and followed her out. The hissing from the car subsided, and the crickets c...
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