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Submitted to Contest #54
Popcorn ceiling. He closed his eyes and opened them again. Popcorn ceiling. “That’s strange.” Dave thought sleepily as he lay in bed looking up. He lay there staring at the ceiling as the faint glow of dawn pushed behind the blackout curtains. He shut his eyes quickly as the thought of the ceiling sunk in. “I don’t have a popcorn ceiling in my house. We didn’t when we moved in and we didn’t when we remodeled 4 years ago. I remember because there was an argument over that. Where the hell am I?” Dave said ...
Submitted to Contest #53
Stan Ghelding walked down the hall and into the large board room where his development team was waiting for him. “Okay writing team, listen up. This is going to sound crazy. I realize it is now summer and we’ve already started shooting most our films but, we’ve been tasked from corporate to alter stories that fit into a COVID world. That means you have to alter your current storyboards for this holiday season’s movies so we can be a bit more relevant. We don’t, however, want it to be overwhelming so keep it light and a...
Submitted to Contest #52
Neil Diamond’s Solitary Man played softly in the background of the coffee house on Carondelet Street in Manhattan. Jim patiently waited at the bar to pay for the espresso he held in his hand. Behind the counter was a multi hair colored clerk pulling up his charges on Apple Pay while the familiar noises of the coffee shop signaled normalcy. Light clinking of ceramic cups on wood, and metal surfaces filled the space as the coffee machines whined and ground to make coffee for other customers. He caught the eye of the rainbow haired ...
Submitted to Contest #51
He stood with his hands on his hips looking at the hundred year old red brick facade. He prepared himself to face multiple evils each trained with a specific deadly skill in order to reach the kingpin. He had trained for this moment his entire life. Even before he opened the door he could smell the strong scent of death in his nostrils. Carnations, he hated carnations. He took one last breath of fresh air then pushed through the doors of the church. The church’s vestibule had a small table with neatly stacked pamphlets for...
Submitted to Contest #50
The truck bounced as it merged onto I-5 towards San Diego International Airport off of Highway 78 in Oceanside California. “No thanks,” she said “What do you mean no thanks?” he blurted with a short laugh. “I just don’t want to.” “Whatever,” he said playfully as he popped her exposed left thigh with the tips of his fingers. She did not respond. He glanced over. “You’re actually serious? I don’t understand why not,” he said shifting in the driver’s seat of the pickup. “Because it’s dumb, and I don’t want to.” “Care to explain ...
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