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Submitted to Contest #315
The iron torches flickered as a handsome couple strolled down the castle’s stone hallways. Tom and Josie’s fingers intertwined under the meandering orange glow. Josie grasped a small leather briefcase. Cascading black hair concealed her face, but he caught a glimpse of the elusive shy smile. Tom recalled the first time they met and the heart-rending smirk. His left hand grazed the ancient stone archway, and it glowed fluorescent green. A swirling magical whirlpool appeared between the arch. He turned to her.“I am going to miss you,” Tom said...
Submitted to Contest #314
The college’s auxiliary gymnasium cast long shadows on the serpentine cement sidewalks connecting the various dark buildings. The steps of a sleepless walker echoed between the historical brick facades on the old campus. The forgotten lampposts only illuminated small sections of the winding walkway leading to the worn, moss covered stairs and a partially erected banner. It mockingly announced the upcoming national high school basketball championship game. The hunched over pedestrian shrugged at the banner and lumbered up the steps to a dum...
Submitted to Contest #312
“Good morning, sir, the lab is ready to go,” I said to the drowsy male entering the lab, “You are wearing the fancy blue robe again. Nice choice, sir.”I’m an advanced prototype AI housed in catch-all closet with three out of date monitors and two ancient servers. He is technically clothed in a woman’s silk nightie, but sir liked to pretend, so I humor the poor guy.He rubbed his eyes and yawned, “Morning, Chip. Display the news for the day and restore my last entry of my memoirs.” He plopped down into the unbalanced desk chair.“As you wish. S...
Submitted to Contest #310
“Welcome back to the Kelsy and Marco Show,” Marco said, “weren’t those dancing penguins great.”“You can see them right here in New York at the Bronx Zoo. Amazing.” Kelsy said.“I am taking the kids tomorrow.” Marco said. “Did you know some cultures eat penguins?”Kelsy replied, “I think I will stick with KFC.”The audience laughed.Marco said,“Now for our very special guest to the Kelsy and Marco Show. A man who has been taking New York by storm and helping out those less fortunate. A doctor of psychology and psychiatry, who had radically transf...
Submitted to Contest #289
Where am I?This is not my bed. This is not my home. I have arching windows on the second floor, not the first. It’s a wonderful view of water oak, pine, and birch trees covering the mountains. This is the Smoky Mountains in Virginia or North Carolina. How do I know that? How did I get into this unfamiliar room? Why do I have an IV? I spot two women whispering near the closed door. Maybe those two young ladies know what is going on. Wait, the dark-haired one is leaving. She smil...
Submitted to Contest #288
“Code Green! Code Grey! All staff and security. Code Green! Code Grey!”This announcement blared and repeated throughout the interior and exterior speakers of the Palatial Estates Psychiatric Hospital. The nurses, security, doctors, and staff secured their areas and outside doors. They paired with their designated partners to make a room by room search for the missing and hostile patient.“Did they say who it was?” A short rotund CNA, with thick glasses, asked while walking the halls with a colleague. She wore her hair in a curly bun and...
Submitted to Contest #285
Jak Chico stirred an umbrella cocktail at a quiet bar on South Beach.The high octane clubs, jumping and thumping down the street, could not be heard from his serene refuge. Two hours ago, the backup quarterback, Slim, invited him to meet fun girls at the clubs.The drinks, his teammate, and the females were shallow and uninteresting. Slim’s girls only wanted to ‘hook up’ and do obnoxious dancing. Not one of the girls cared about a quiet walk on the beach. Seravina and Josie’s sophistication, beauty, and intelligence had ruined his usu...
Submitted to Contest #284
Ginny Mack spoke to the angry men in the kitchen, “Don’t blame the gun for a wayward bullet. A measured mark always hits the bullseye. Y'all are family. Work it out. Only together will we succeed during this difficult time.”The two determined men brushed past Emmy Castillo as she darted into the kitchen holding a wrapped square box.“I thought those two were about to strangle each other.” Emmy said to Ginny, "Men; you can’t live with them…”“And can’t shoot them with a 45.” Ginny pulled her pistol, swirled it arou...
Submitted to Contest #283
“Agent Bass, come in. Bass, can you hear me?” Special Agent Hinkle barked at me.“Loud and clear, boss. I can also smell your tuna sub.” I reply with bitterness. This is the third wild goose chase in three weeks. Stakeouts, no sleep, smelly hotels, fast food, and being stuck in a 2008 Caprice Classic with Agent Tuna, is pushing me to the limit. This operation is a joke.“Keep the comments for the comedy club, Bass. Eyes on the prize.” Hinkle said“Yes, ma’am.” I attempt a respectful answer as I walk through Cleveland’s industrial district in th...
Submitted to Contest #274
“The horses are ready. We can leave anytime.” Todd Rebus said to his bride as he entered a rustic cabin. The hinges creaked as he closed the door. He dusted off his hands and walked toward the kitchen sink and washed them. “The lake is serene. It was amazing: A lone red hawk dove upon the surface. It snatched a bass and flew off.” He dried his hands on a towel and turned around. “That fish was having a bad day. The rippling waves moved throughout the entire body of…” A smiling Seravina Rebus stood before he...
Submitted to Contest #269
“Agent Bass, come in. Bass, can you hear me?” Special Agent Hinkle barked at me.“Loud and clear, boss. I can also smell your tuna sub.” I reply with bitterness. This is the third wild goose chase in three weeks. Stakeouts, no sleep, smelly hotels, fast food, and stuck in a 2008 Caprice Classic with Agent Tuna, is pushing me to the limit. This operation is a joke.“Keep the comments for the comedy club, Bass. Eyes on the prize.” Hinkle said“Yes, ma’am.” I attempt a respectful answer as I walk through Clevelan...
Submitted to Contest #268
Splish, splash. Splish, splash, crash. Splish, splash. Splish, splash, crash….The continuous rhythm and roar of the ocean waves, the tropical light burning through the morning clouds, and the seagulls’ lonely cry, awakened Sandy Harris lying on a desolate beach. Her fingers grasped the wet sand, her feet and legs soaked up the waves, and her eyes opened to the burning sun. She shielded them with her left hand and sat up with her right. The dry sand cascaded from her arms and fingers.“Where am I? Is this the Caribbean?”Sandy scanned...
Submitted to Contest #267
Smack! I slapped a nasty horsefly against my leg just before I stepped into the quagmire of horrific odor. I stumbled forward and caught myself before I fell head first into the smelly bog. I paused and breathed through my nose. I reached down and picked up a piece of alligator hide. Woof had spotted it and asked me to retrieve it. I turned around and sloshed back to the massive Siberian husky. I tossed it in front of Woof.“We have been stomping around in circles for two hours. Can we take a brea...
Submitted to Contest #264
Seravina Rebus posed before an ornate long mirror in the master bedroom on the villa’s first floor. The ivory Bohemian dress flowed perfectly around her athletic build. The Tasanaris had graciously allowed her to use the room to get ready. A distant church bell chimed twelve times. The ceremony would finally begin in thirty minutes. Seravina smiled as the reflection revealed two members of her new family. Mrs. Hemingway, the groom’s adopted mother, fiddled with the final touches of Vina’s dress, while Emmy, Too...
Submitted to Contest #260
Dean Troutman, native New Yorker, struggled to walk down a palatial residential sidewalk as the inviting Miami sunshine burned through the tall palm trees. Under the blue sky and fluffy clouds, he wiped his brow and viewed the address on his phone.The immaculate lawns, towering homes, and friendly waves from unknown neighbors, made him feel uncomfortable. He preferred Manhattan: no one made eye contact and he could hide in the shadows of the skyscrapers. He was on a mission. He had to speak to the Master about the issues in New York, and ...
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