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Submitted to Contest #296
Beep. Beep. Beep.A small hand reached from beneath a massive mound of blankets and stuffed animals, grabbing the cell phone from the nightstand before withdrawing back into the cocoon of warmth and darkness. After a couple of taps, the phone fell silent. The tangled mass of sheets and blankets and quilts shifted. And stretched. The cocoon refused to yield to its occupant until, finally, a pair of stockinged feet emerged, tentatively searching for purchase on the carpeted floor.“Katie, are you up?” an unseen voice bellowed. Now completely fre...
Submitted to Contest #268
The elevator door opened. Out stepped a lithe athletic man riding out the tail end of his physical prime on an elevator car with the dead bodies of three security guards. As he exited the car, his boots squeaked, smearing crimson footprints on the white marble floor. The penthouse. The home stretch. Ruben Trueblood looked around. Considered his surroundings. The penthouse. Crystal clear floor to ceiling windows peering down on the city below. Overstuffed leather furniture; each piece costing more than his car. Works of art lining the steril...
Submitted to Contest #267
The door creaked open, revealing a spacious foyer overrun by inattention, by palpable neglect. The hardwood floors, lacquered with a thick coating of debris and dirt, creaked as a man, clad in filthy clothing long unfamiliar to the touch of detergent, entered the foyer of the forgotten abode. The man stood triumphantly in the foyer, surveying the living room, the dining room, both littered with furniture draped with soiled sheets, intently with the eyes of a man gazing upon an oasis discovered deep within the desert. He smiled with satisfac...
Submitted to Contest #263
A well-dressed man, his handsomeness elevated by affluence rather than genetics, sat alone at a table, encircled by other tables occupied by other artificially attractive patrons at a trendy sidewalk café. A half-eaten plate of exorbitantly priced morsels sat before him, growing cold. A waiter walked by. The well-dressed man rolled his eyes with exaggerated exasperation as he gestured for the man to come to his table. “Yes sir?” the waiter asked. The well-dressed man pushed his plate to the other side of the table in a demonstrative display ...
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