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Submitted to Contest #310
The tattered paperback had no cover. Its opening pages frayed around the edges. The first page had a hole manifesting in the middle, like a window shade pulled away from the sill. The letter "S" in bold print peeked in from behind. The binding had been repaired with a swatch of silver duct tape, so worn, it had several long creases along the spine, and the back cover was beginning to peel away from the rest of the book. In fact, the first quarter of the book had separated from the rest, solely held in place by the duct tape. One careless pag...
Submitted to Contest #253
It was in the cluttered backroom of The Rusty Nail, a junk shop on Charlton Street, that he first saw it. The watch wasn’t particularly eye-catching among the sea of relics, but as David passed, it seemed to hum with a strange energy that drew him in. When he asked about it, Mr. McCaffrey merely shrugged. “Strange piece, that one. Found it in an estate sale.” McCaffrey muttered. A tremor ran through his eyelids, causing them to flutter open and shut rapidly, “ Doesn’t keep time but refuses to cease its tick. Like a heart that won’t concede ...
Submitted to Contest #242
Amelia's studied a stunning portrait of a young woman draped in a flowing brown fur coat and wearing a black velvet hat. The woman's piercing sapphire eyes seemed to follow her every movement, drawing Amelia into their depths. With a hint of a baby bump barely concealed by the flowing fabric of the dress beneath, the woman in the painting captivated viewers. Whispers swirled that she was the artist's muse, perhaps even his secret lover. Was this portrait a mere artistic expression or a coded message hinting at a forbidden romance? Lost in th...
Submitted to Contest #238
Rain thrashed the tin roof of the forsaken observatory, drowning out all other sounds. Liz and Trevor huddled around a gas lantern in a dimly lit corner, their faces smeared with grime, reflecting the weariness etched into their very bones. Once a diplomat of silver-tongued repute, Liz now carried the burden of lost lives on her slender shoulders. Her companion, a skilled engineer named Trevor, cradled the flickering hope of asylum in his calloused hands. The observatory, a serendipitous find in their flight from a world-devouring conflict, ...
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