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Submitted to Contest #274
The dreams saturated her entire being, she could smell the dirt walls of the basement where two boys were kept bound together until the smaller one died of starvation. She could see the bright red fabric on the Chinese dragon twisting and twirling gracefully against the clear blue sky, like a ballet, as it carried explosives towards a boat full of people. She could hear a mother’s lament, wailing in despair, looking on the bodies of her eight dead children in the countryside, next to a babbling brook. All the dreams had one thing in common: ...
Submitted to Contest #273
She looks nervous, the Detective thought. That’s normal when a cop shows up at your door. “Please don’t worry, Mrs. Blanchet. I do need to ask you a few questions about your husband.” Detective Erickson said. “Please call me Kate. Come in, have a seat.” Kate offered space on a plush white sofa. “I’m following up on a request to look into your husband’s whereabouts. He’s been reported as a missing person by his mother. She stated no one has heard from Daniel since he left for a business trip a week ago.” The Detective said. “That’s wrong -I m...
Submitted to Contest #272
Halloween, October 31stThe room was dark, vacant of sound apart from my heart beating so hard I could feel it in my ears. There was a presence in the room with me. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end. A surge of adrenaline flowed through me like lightening with the thud of each approaching footstep. The killer’s movement was slow and calculated.I hid behind a red velvet chair, in the corner of my living room. Through a window overhead, a beam of moonlight illuminated the space in front of me. Just over the arm of the chair I could s...
Submitted to Contest #271
The Beautiful StrangerIt was a violent attack, one minute I was fine, the next my breath was gone. I thought it was a bad cold, nothing I needed to take seriously. My entire life I was one of those guys who was full of energy, never missed a day of work. Out of nowhere I started coughing, then I couldn’t catch my breath, gasping for air I suddenly realized I needed help. I was at my office at the time it happened, I called 911 but I could not remember my work address, even if I could have I wasn’t able to speak to the operator in between the...
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