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Submitted to Contest #165
The sideboard was heavy. “One, two, three, pull!” The wood protested against the old linoleum flooring. “How did they even get this thing in here in the first place?” Rob groaned, straining against the load. “No idea! David replied. “Your grandparents must’ve been built of stronger stuff back when they placed it there,” Sandy told them. “Yeah well, they didn’t think about the future generations needing to downsize their only child’s life, did they?” Rob retorted. “Probably not, but that’s why I had you two! So hop to it, I’ve go...
Submitted to Contest #113
This is my worst nightmare. Consciousness has come to me for another day. I lift my head up and sigh. I look around, my eyelids heavy, perhaps from sleep, perhaps from the expectations of another long day ahead. I wonder if anything different will happen today. This is how it has been for weeks now, maybe months. I’m not sure. I don’t know why I am here. No one has tried to explain it to me. I am homesick. What happened to my family? Why was I taken from my house? I miss my family. I miss my toys. I miss the grassy backyard with the swi...
Submitted to Contest #110
The silver sedan was waiting for her on the road up ahead, its blinker flashing faster than most cars, as if impatient for her to get in. The woman approached the car hesitantly, then opened the front passenger door and slid gratefully into the seat. She briefly made eye contact with the driver, a woman in her late twenties or early thirties; a similar age to herself. ”I’m Courtney,” the driver said. “Hannah,” the woman responded, pushing her sunglasses up, and fussing with the curls that framed her face, a gesture she was known for. Courtn...
Submitted to Contest #109
“Well that’s it from the Channel 8 news team, enjoy your Saturday night. Let’s hope the predicted storm isn’t too bad. It’ll be back to work on Monday before you know it, so try to enjoy the rest of your weekend. Goodnight.” The newsreader nodded and the lights in the studio slowly faded out, leaving the newsreader to shuffle papers and wait for the theme music to finish. Casey got the remote and turned off the television. She was on night shift tonight, the fourth night out of seven. She’d been a nurse for over twenty years, and a Saturday...
Submitted to Contest #108
My brother inherited a classic car and management of ‘Seascape’; the grand residence on the Esplanade with it seafront views and imposing gardens. I inherited approximately a thousand old postcards in a sturdy green cardboard box. Yes, you read that correctly. I am younger than my brother James by nineteen months, but I was always my Aunt Doreen’s favorite. Doreen had been my mother’s younger sister. She had never married and was described by most as eccentric. These days she would probably have been diagnosed with Asperger syndrome, o...
Submitted to Contest #107
George pulled back the canvas, revealing the body underneath. The guy was definitely dead, that much Adam could see. The light from the overhead street lighting wasn’t bright, but it was enough. He recognized the man from earlier that evening. He was the man with the bushy beard. The loud one with the annoying laugh, the one who though he was God’s gift to women. Adam couldn’t recall his real name. Jasmine had introduced the group to him, but the names went out of Adams’ mind as quickly as they entered. Besides, his focus had been on Ja...
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