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Submitted to Contest #272
Fifteen bus journeys into the sticks, thick mud and green pastures. Fifteen bus journeys and all Isaac had for company was a light backpack and his CD Walkman, fully loaded with whatever. The Jesus and Mary Chain scratched at his eardrums, and the cows laying in the field next to the road looked like tiny toys from the second deck of the bus. He started to wonder what was stopping them from walking into oncoming traffic, or why the Dairylea cow was red. None of it really mattered. Isaac had been living in London for most of his life, and th...
Submitted to Contest #212
I suppose it all started a couple years ago, around the beginning of August. It seems like a long time ago, when I discuss the matter with my husband, Dennis. Back then I wasn’t married, and I was very lonely. I recall early in the morning, finding the first of the letters slid carefully and precisely halfway through my front door letter box. Unlike the usual postie who fires my envelopes through the plate like a change-bearing child at the pier, this delivery was conducted with tenderness. The kettle had just started boiling, and my tong...
Submitted to Contest #206
Jolting claps of flame, thunder on the brain. Sinewed synapses writhing, electric tentacles in the dark. Pulsing jellyfish to a tube worm’s feather, a consuming mycelium on a decaying carcass. That sudden realisation of the mess you’re in, you know the sort. A twisting, wrenching, churning sinkhole inside that could swallow life itself. You can’t leave here, you know that. Act natural. Are you sitting upright? Do you look your best today? I hope no one’s watching. Judging you for not having a significant other, a house, a car. Because th...
Submitted to Contest #186
“I didn’t think he’d actually do it.” “This is bad. This is so very bad.” “What’re we going to do?” “We’ll be in so much trouble, forever.” “We? You told him to! You said he was a pussy if he didn’t.” “God, I wasn’t serious. I didn’t mean it.” “There’s no way anyone could make that jump, Ash. Even an athlete would struggle.” “His body, Ed…” “I’m going to be sick.” “His bones are sticking out.” “Stop, please.” “We need to do something.” “Like what?” “Stop crying. We need to get down there somehow.” “No,...
Submitted to Contest #184
The curved rockers snap clean from the hooves under the pressure of her weight. The rocking horse Dad built for her when she was only three years old finally gave way. It was no surprise; Sophie had been truly pushing it to the limit recently. Dad might be upset with her, even though Horsey had been coming up to five years and didn’t owe her anything. She gets up from the hard floor and inspects the broken rocker. Ancient, yellowed adhesive shimmers against the light of the lantern by the table. Toys aren’t fun anymore. Maybe she’s too bored...
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