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Submitted to Contest #149
“Has that always been there?” “Has what?” “That tree.” “You’re asking me if a specific tree has always been there? Teddy we are in the middle of the woods. All these trees have always been here since always,” Daisy swept the frizzy strands of hair from her forehead in a futile attempt to keep it from blocking her eyes. &nbs...
Submitted to Contest #60
Story abridged for word count:Another day, another body. The grey-faced corpse sat on the cold metal table amongst the various autopsy tools like it was a butcher’s block. The amount of dotted lines the mortician had drawn across the skin made it look like he was indeed outlining the various cuts of meat.Dr. Oleksonder Loudermilk tugged at the strands of grey hair that had suddenly started to infest his beard like crab grass. The clock on the wall ticked performatively—it didn’t matter what time it was, it never mattered anymore—yet he eyed ...
Submitted to Contest #58
Story abridged to fit word count: The USS Basilosaurus— “Basilo”—glided seamlessly into the opening of the passage known as Dolly’s Cathedral. The Seawolf Class submarine was one of about a half-dozen ‘cancelled’ units that the United States had re-commissioned in secrecy. Among those stationed aboard the Basilo was Lieutenant Stefan Kuzmin. Lt. Kuzmin fingered the wax from his ear—a dreadful orange color—as ...
Submitted to Contest #51
The Impossible House, he called it. Sampson Quinn sat in the chair opposite me looking like a sixty-year-old college philosophy professor in the body of a 29 year old. I hold the report he had prepared for me on the incident at this – Impossible House. Quinn’s’ own griffonage competed with the strange words. His report of what had happen...
Submitted to Contest #50
The Winnebago whipped past a ‘Leaving Iowa’ sign that was quickly followed by ‘Welcome to Nebraska’. The 30-foot Winnebago Adventurer was screaming down the freeway at peak speed of 55 miles per hour (88 kph). It was supposed to be Jack Daniels deep in Tennessee.“Capaldi,” “You’re daft,” Dante countered, “The best Doctor is clearly Tennant.” “I like...
Shortlisted for Contest #49 ⭐️
The water looked emerald in the subaqueous pool lightning. It felt oily, like slime, even though he couldn’t actually feel it through his dive suit. Esme obsessively checked the O2 level of the scuba tank as he waded alone doing his best to keep his focus on the empty water above him and not what was directly below him. The Titan gave him extreme anxiety. The Titan was approximately 33 and ¾ feet in height and w...
Submitted to Contest #47
You look from the television to your rear window three consecutive times before you believe what you are seeing. The jolly man in a cheap suit is pointing to seven consecutive orange circles with temperatures in the low to mid 70’s F. You can only see grey and pouring rain, occasionally with a thunder and lightning crescendo. “How can this be?” you ask yourself, out loud, which your orange tabby cat once again ignores. &nbs...
Submitted to Contest #44
“This sorcery will not be tolerated. A warlock may dig oneself beneath the Earth to the realm of the Devil, but he shall be treated like no more than the sewage rat he his.” The other men in the tower murmured and jeered as the iron persuader was delicately placed on the mantle above a low-glowing orange fire. Together, the men in pointed hats and black cloaks looked like a row of bishops on a chessboard. “I shall...
Submitted to Contest #42
“There is no such thing as a woman on the internet. Every woman on the internet is actually a man pretending to be a woman.” “So, you are saying she’s lying?” “I’m saying he is lying.” Lucie tossed her shiny blonde hair from one shoulder to the other to punctuate her point. From there,...
Submitted to Contest #41
“What day is it?” Iris asked the refrigerator, “Tuesday?” “Today is Thursday, May 14, 2020” Basil, the refrigerators’ digital voice agent, responded. “Shit, how am I off by two days?” Iris tapped either side of her jaw bone with each index finger as she contemplated what to quickly grab for lunch on her way out. She stood in the subtly cold breeze fo...
Submitted to Contest #39
It was just last month that I counted three-hundred and sixty-four stars. Now, as the purple chill of the evening air arrived, I began my count again. It doesn’t take nearly as long. 12…13…14. I twisted my lips as I marked the number down in my notes. It seemed to really be accelerating towards the end. Over a dozen stars had vanished from the air space since last night. The black void of the nights sky was once littered with tiny speckles of white and yellow, but now it was me...
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