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Submitted to Contest #260
Kathleen Brannagh stared at the bundle of documents as if they might catch fire where they sat. She chewed the edge of her nail, nose wrinkling at the musty scent found in old houses and the pungent odour of fear combined with grief and disbelief. Overwhelmed, she stomped down the stairs. The past should have stayed where she found it -- in the back of a cluttered closet with moth-eaten baby clothes and stained photographs. Decaying flowers dropped petals onto a neatly folded newspaper, the picture of the fiery crash that claimed her parents...
Submitted to Contest #186
“Well, that didn't go exactly as planned.” “Understatement Steve. What genius thought this would work anyway?” “Afraid that would be me.” “Charlie, you would never have dreamt this up on your own!” “No, I...just helped Steve work out a few details, that's all.” “Does this look like you worked them out? Huh? Does it?!” “Don't be so hard on Charlie, Kevin. It was supposed to be simple. All of the data said so.” “Why did I let you two talk me into this? In all our years of schemes and plans, did anything you suggested go as planne...
Submitted to Contest #113
Nothing is as it seems. I have woken from another dramatic dream and the world is different. Again. The pills I took last night did not keep the future from creeping into my thoughts, from morphing and altering the outside world into a demented version of what used to be. Just last week, I walked the streets of my town, waving at friends and neighbours. It was my hometown. I was welcomed by all. I sat in their homes, shared meals, laughed and cried and lived as a part of their society. Not today. Not ever again. For I have seen behind ...
Submitted to Contest #112
Abby Sinclair stood motionless, absorbing the energy of the old building. The creak of a floorboard overhead increased her anxiety. No one was supposed to be here except for her. She had strict rules for investigations like this. Extra bodies could make noise, like footsteps, or open doors or windows to change to airflow. Or make creaks in the expectant silence. Her employers demanded the very best, the most professional job. Abby sighed. Tonight's investigation would have to be scrubbed until the intruder was found. Once home to a private...
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