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Submitted to Contest #307
The scraping of students’ chairs echoed across the gigantic hall as each name was called to receive their test results. Sunlight poured through the glass ceiling, glinting off the white marble desks of silent students wearing carefully blank faces, dressed in the magocratic academy’s formal robes. The sun shining off the desks illuminated their faces within little spotlights, as if this was their stage and tonight was the performance they had been practicing for all their lives. Stiff navy wool pressed into Evelyn’s neck where the silver cla...
Submitted to Contest #304
“Uuuunnnghhhh,” Tabitha groaned, driving the heels of her palms into her eyes and rubbing hard to try and force herself to wake up. Her legs and arms ached, but yesterday had been a really long day with back-to-back work and then school. She stretched up, surging her hands towards the ceiling to try and get some blood flow through her body, and caught sight of her hands. She made a sound of disgust, a disapproving croak pushing its way from the back of her throat as she took a closer look. She had definitely showered last night before she kn...
Submitted to Contest #297
Father Time is a very busy man, as you know, constantly working on time so that it continues to run smoothly. He generally oversees one very long-term project (that is, ensuring time never runs out), so he has delegated the day-to-day tasks to his three beloved children. Fiona is responsible for the seconds and the minutes, flitting around so quickly, changing her mind at the drop of a hat. It is impossible to capture her attention, and yet, in every singular moment of each day, she dedicates herself to the ticking and the tocking of the clo...
Submitted to Contest #293
Sarah slid through the closing subway doors just in time, glancing through the windows at the platform, happy to be heading home. The soft chime alerted the passengers that the train was leaving her stop. She sunk into the closest seat, feeling the cold plastic chill her legs through her jeans, sighing as she rubbed at her tired eyes with her palms. It felt good to finally sit down after such a long day. Her body lurched gently as she was transported through the underground tunnel. She had a long ride, even with the trains running express af...
Submitted to Contest #290
I’m driving home and I can’t stop looking in the rearview mirror, making eye contact with myself. I know your secret, I think to her, to the woman in the mirror with the dilated pupils. We don’t usually pay attention to what other people are doing in their cars. Eyes on the road, and all that. But I think everyone can see me, and they all know. They know my lips are slightly swollen, like I had just been kissed for hours and hours and hours. They can tell my palms are sweaty. I might as well have a big neon sign on the top of my car, with a...
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