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Submitted to Contest #148
“Let me call you back in a few minutes, okay?” “Okay. Bye.” As soon as she hung up, Terrence sighed and threw his phone on the plastic wrapped couch. Hands on his waist, he took his time examining the empty white walled apartment he had just moved into. Walking past the furniture, he slid the floor to ceiling doors apart and admired the view of the evening sky’s reflection on the man-made lake across the streets adjacent to his apartment block. “Something new,” he said to himself. He had just got accepted in a new firm and had to move halfwa...
Submitted to Contest #88
Before he was revered, Mutongo was a farmhand, looking after his family’s sheep. Day in and day out, he would do his duty, not because he liked it, but because his father promised that he would take him hunting one day, and his mother would make him an extra portion of food every now and again. “Have you locked the sheep in?” his mother always asked. “Yes!” he would always answer when asked, after which he would be given his food to eat. One day, he was so hungry that he hurriedly took them back into their pen a bit earlier than usual. He no...
Submitted to Contest #83
The sun's harsh afternoon heat that scrapped their skin like glass was the least of their problems. The captain of the ship walked across the main deck, knife firmly in hand, looking over the chosen one, surrounded by his fellow crewmen. "Please, sir," he coughed, blood sputtering onto his skeletal frame," please sir, I beg you." "Nothing personal." "Sir, my wife and children are waiting for me. I promised them I'd be back! Please!" he wailed, some of the men looking away to keep away the wave of pity. "We'll help them…" "Sir, please!" "Forg...
Submitted to Contest #80
“Good morning, everyone.” “Welcome back, sir,” one journalist said. “Thank you, Ben.” His monotone voice resonated in the hall, his eyes sparkling from the bright lights burning his pale, wrinkled face as he prepared to give his address. “A few weeks ago, we sent an envoy to quell the uprising in the sub-Saharan state of Gantyrra. We are pleased to announce that our team has been successful in neutralizing the dissidents, and we even managed to hold the International Leader’s Summit there; a first for their continent, and a step in pro...
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