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Submitted to Contest #297
As anecdotes go, this tale is one of which I am both embarrassed and proud—the former immediately after the event in question (and due, largely, to external shaming by adults), and the latter in more recent hindsight (and with the greater perspective of actually being an adult). The time? A gorgeous Easter weekend when I was about 10 or 11 years old; a bookish and somewhat bullied child, but with odd outbursts of chutzpah that coincided with my Taurus star sign. The scene? An idyllic seaside camping resort outside East London where the Wild...
Submitted to Contest #279
“This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill – the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill – you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.” – Morpheus, The Matrix Duh-duff. Duh-duff. Duh-duff. Duh-duff. Lewis had stopped counting his heartbeats as he flung himself behind the (very convincing) rendering of pallets. An alley was such a cliché place for a fugitive to hide, but he wasn’t complaining. The automatons in pur...
Submitted to Contest #274
“Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour:Whom resist stedfast in the faith, knowing that the same afflictions are accomplished in your brethren that are in the world.” – 1 Peter 5:8-9, The Bible (KJV) There were carved pumpkins and ‘spooky’ paraphernalia draped and dangling all over the house, and Josh was once again reminded how much he had despised the ‘cutesification’ of Halloween throughout his teens. His mother had joined the mass delusion perpetuated by profi...
Submitted to Contest #273
“Here there be monsters” – Anonymous MapmakersJimmy ducked behind the barrel to avoid detection, his mark being as ferrety as he was, and paused for a second to let the blighter’s blood settle some. It was an art form – a science – stalking a target. Not to be taken lightly, and not to be bungled, in Jim’s experience. In his world, predator could easily become prey; the streets contained no truly vulnerable victim. Not a-one. Even the little orphan-girlie with her big, woebegone eyes begging on the corner had a blade down her sock, the beate...
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