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Submitted to Contest #128
David Vallejo woke up and checked the time on his phone. 6:43 am. January 1. He got up from the couch where he was sleeping and went over to his friend Pavel, who was resting on an air mattress on the floor. “You up?” he whispered to Pavel. Pavel responded with a sound that only vaguely resembled human speech. “Do you think I should start cooking breakfast for everyone?” David said. Pavel gave a response identical to the previous one. “Understood. I’ll go do that.” David said and then he went into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator with...
Submitted to Contest #121
David Vallejo was walking through the halls of Montenegro High School. It was a Friday morning, and the four-minute warning bell had just rung. He was heading to his first class of the day, “Advanced Placement” World History, though not with any particular enthusiasm. He loved the study of history, but the way that subject was “taught” by Mr. Richard Pinguino somehow sucked most of the joy out of it for him. When he entered the room he noticed a palpable distress written on the faces of his classmates. Some of them were in a state of outrig...
Submitted to Contest #115
“So do you want to meet up tonight?” Patricio O’Higgins was talking into his mobile phone to John Fisher. There was a pause as John delivered his answer. “So right now is good?” Another pause. “Awesome, so are you at home right now?” A yet further pause. “John?” One more pause. “John, are you there?” Patricio looked at his phone. “Lost connection?” David Vallejo asked him. “Yeah, lost the connection somehow.” Patricio and David were sitting together in the living room of the O’Higgins house. It was a Friday afternoon, school had ended about ...
“We have plenty of time.” David Vallejo told his friends “Just let me watch this.” “David, New York is almost 8 hours away.” Patricio O’Higgins tried to break through the mental grip that the hotel television had on his friend, but was not successful. “Noah, wake up!” John Fisher nudged the shoulder of Noah Bernstein, who was lying face down on the bed, but this failed to pull him out of the land of dreams. “Another episode of Modern Marvels, next on the History Channel.” the narrator on the television said as fast-paced orchestral music pla...
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