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Submitted to Contest #58
It’s tight and stuffy in this space. I can barely move and I'm swimming in the mush. It's dark and my eyes are sealed shut but my heart is racing loud and rhythmic, the sound echoing resonantly in my ears.Muffled voices waft around me, but I'm so closed in I cannot properly gauge whether they're coming from a distance or within close proximity. I can feel my limbs as I'm curled up in a fetal position. The ability to feel is good. It gives me a sense of hope. I can and I will get out of this space; a space where I'm vised in like a salami sli...
Submitted to Contest #57
August 21st 2020: The PresentHe pulled out the heavy suitcase from beneath the old coffee table in the attic, immediately covering his nose as he felt the tingles of a sneeze in the making. The room was dusty, as was expected, as his parents had not ventured up there for years. It was a big day. In more ways than one. For the first time since he was admitted, Mason was going to visit his father at the nursing home. The timing too was fitting as the day marked nine years since his sister's passing.A few tugs and some unfastened clasps later, ...
Submitted to Contest #56
RecollectionIf you forgive the fox for stealing your chickens, he will take your sheep. It was an old Georgian proverb that Grandfather would often recite, but I never fully understood it until The Day. I could still vividly recollect the intensity of all that transpired - the whispered chill of the cool November air, my pores raising with hairs at the back of my neck; the muffled sounds becoming clearer as I approached; the sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach; the taste of the bile swimming in my mouth; the thudding of my heartbeat w...
Submitted to Contest #55
She sat counting the bills, putting them to her nostrils and inhaling the crisp, fresh smell that was common for a wad freshly printed. Like a junkie, she checked the serial numbers and smiled, pleased that all sixty of them were in numerical sequence. It mattered very little that she was supposed to collect seventy-five, as that’s what they had agreed to, but she was content to add the green notes with their iridescent blue ribbons to her growing stash.“He’ll call you for the next drop” the burly gentleman said. “Be on 12th and Main at eigh...
Submitted to Contest #54
Heart attacks are more likely to happen on a Monday.The only country in the world named after a woman is Saint Lucia.If you point your car keys to your head, the signal range on the remote increases (your brain acts as a radio transmitter).Beginner’s Luck is most likely nothing more than a fluke.That last one, the one about beginners’ luck, is the one that Shannon chose to skim over. She was reading a magazine article entitled “Random Facts” as she sat in the locker room waiting for the coach to come in from his meeting with the football tea...
Submitted to Contest #51
He counted at least one hundred of them, not certain if those numbers included repetitions as his scanning eyes could have recounted several of them more than once. Time did not matter at that point as everything seemed suspended on the quick breaths that escaped his lungs and the light breeze that took his sighs off in whispers through the silence of the night. It was his place of refuge and his ritual of reconciliation. Lying in the empty cabin of the old dirt pickup truck, James Aikin thought about the vastness of the dark night sky blank...
Submitted to Contest #49
She could have done the process online, but leaving a digital trail was something she did not want to put to chance. The idea behind the whole thing was to be discreet about discovering the truth. Of course, it was a major contradiction of sorts that she had employed lies in her bid for answers, but ‘the end justifies the means’. This was her silent mantra for the past three days while she waited for the call back letting her know that the results were ready.It’s not an easy thing to recover from a traumatic experience, far less one where yo...
Submitted to Contest #47
“You can’t fill a well with water that is poison and expect it to be nourishing when you are thirsty”. That’s the message that came to you, the thread of thought that lingered as you closed your eyes and reflected on the deposit from that piece of reading from Gather Ministries that you perused for your devotions that morning. It was a morning like any other – alarm buzzing off at five am, you hitting the snooze button three seconds later, alarm buzzing off again at 5:15, you dragging yourself upright in bed to silence it. You'd flick on the...
Submitted to Contest #46
It happened on a Wednesday, just as she had predicted and I wondered if the child was really telepathic. I smiled to myself when the email response came and immediately went into recollection-mode: memories flooding like a tsunami, in quick-rewind fashion, filled with imagery reminiscent of the summary scenes from my favourite reality show The First 48 Hours.My daughter is only six years old but she has the memory of an elephant and an uncanny ability to see things in the future. Josh and I noticed from early on that Jamie was no ordina...
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