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Submitted to Contest #44
The video panned around the room, showing a woman on all fours on a bed. A man stood behind her with his hands on her back, whilst a second woman entered the fray, holding a tray of instruments in her hand. The first woman’s panting was growing louder, starting to descend into screams...Seriously. Who actually agrees to this shit being filmed? Oh yes, that would be me. And not just any shit, oh no, this is me, on a bed, exposing all my bits to the world, as I pushed out my third child into the world. As well ...
Submitted to Contest #43
Darren hummed to himself as he carefully stacked the breakfast dishes onto the trolley. He'd only been working in the care home for two weeks but was finding it shaping up nicely into an enjoyable job.That was, until the old lady in the armchair in front of him snapped 'do you mind? SOME of us are trying to listen to the tv without that racket!"Darren sighed. Doreen. Or 'Doreen the destroyer' as he'd heard some of the carers refer to her - rumour had it that she'd reduced some very experienced staff to tears whilst she'd been...
Submitted to Contest #42
Claire gritted her teeth, her hands curling into fists, her nails digging into her palm, leaving imprints.How could he leave her like this? A thousand memories swirled around her head, mingling with the anger she felt.They’d met at school, proper high school sweethearts. He was in the year above. She’d been buying sweets at the tuck shop there, only she’d realised she hadn’t enough change. In the queue behind her, he’d paid for her items, mainly so she’d get out of his way! They’d met again ac...
Submitted to Contest #41
The door to the office was partially closed, and the voices were muted inside, but the nurse behind the desk could still plainly hear the doctors words, delivered in a soothing tone, and the sobs of the mother as she tried to accept the diagnosis. The small boy sitting alone on the chair in front of her gave no sign as to whether he heard or even understood what was being said about him , discussing his future without his immediate presence.The nurse carefully studied the silent figure. She knew his name and his age, of...
Submitted to Contest #39
It was a dark night that night, and unusually for the city, the sky was clear, affording a very visible view of the stars. The man noted this as he sat in his car atop of the hill overlooking his hometown. The temperature outside was cold, but not bitterly so, nether-less he’d left his coat on whilst he drove, which was not typical for him. On the passenger seat next to him was a photograph album, snaps falling out of the battered pages. The man slotted a cassette tape into the car stereo, and as the familiar sounds washed over hi...
Submitted to Contest #38
Hurry up! Hurry up! Where are you? You’re supposed to be here by now! You’re never late! What on earths going on?You better hurry up, I mean it. There’s going to be an accident in here any minute.Seriously, come on. Just how long do you think a dogs bladder can hold out for?Wait a minute, here you are, but you aren’t dressed yet? Come on, you’ve got to go to work in a bit and we still need breakfast here!How long does it take a person to open the door?Yessssss, get my breakfast while I go tend the garden. I p...
Submitted to Contest #37
The tears fell freely down Kelley's cheeks as she raced towards her car, her stomach churning with a mix of disgust and anger. She had to get out of there! She tried to force the image of what had just happened out of her head but a little voice whispered cruelly "it was your own fault, you should have just kept the secret to yourself!”One week earlierKelley stepped out of her car and surveyed the scene unfolding beneath her. What seemed like hundreds of people were rushing about, like worker ants, eager to please their queen, or rather, the...
Submitted to Contest #36
3rd February -I bought this diary today. I’ve been saying to myself I must buy myself a new one for a while, my last diary was a Christmas gift from my father, a couple of years ago, it was a few months before he passed away. He always bought me a diary. I’m not sure why, we always joked that I’d never use them. I’m far too scatterbrained for a diary, if nothing else, I’d lose them in my huge handbag before I could even think of writing an entry. Well at least, I’d joke. My father would always smile wistfully and t...
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