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Submitted to Contest #76
THE WITNESS BY CHANCE Charlie, holding his cap, which he has taken off his head, in one hand, was smoothing with the other the hood of the yellow Maserati with a black roof, and in the meantime he was keeping an eye on the door of the bar , at some meters from him, waiting for that man coming out. “ Oh, sooner or later he will have to go out “ Charlie was saying to himself. He had been waiting for more than an hour, when that man____Oh, his man, Charlie believed hopeful___came out of the...
FOG AT CHRISTMAS “ Listen Paula, I would like to ask you if you know something new about that neighbor of yours….You told me that he had disappeared just on Christmas day, and no one knew anything of him since months. You see, they talked recently about this man in television, and my son Alex remembered that this….this Horatio C. is the father of a classmate of his….Ah, back then, when my son and his were teenagers, this Horatio was a photographer, while you told me that he now, befo...
Submitted to Contest #75
LIFE IS ONLY THE PRESENT Carol looked smug at herself in the mirror. Even if she wasn’t particularly vain, it was undeniable that she was a very beautiful woman. Her face, with large and, at the same time, sculpted features, with high cheekbones, , with high and wide forehead, and great eyes with bright specks, golden dots in the green of the iris, the perfect nose, straight, neither too massive, nor too thin, neither too long, nor too short, and with a fleshy mouth, was undoubtedly a beauti...
THE LIFE AFTER Robert had been a literature teacher for twenty years and, even without being particularly convinced of it, he had been not bad with his job. It had been when he met Jean Paul that something in him got upset , and his life definitely changed. Jean Paul was a man of nearly sixty, who was employed in a funeral home. Robert met him , by chance, one night, at the card table in a friends’ house. It was not so much his current job that had impressed Robert, but rather the learning th...
Submitted to Contest #74
THE BLACK HOODED MAN Beside another little cross Sol engraved (on the wall) : D.17, where D. meant December, but it would take too time to engrave all the letters ( the whole word). , not to mention that the letters were not only difficult to engrave, but it was also impossible to prevent them from being crooking, since the wall was quite hard and almost steep under the plaster. The end of the year was approaching and all the signs she had carved in a corner inside the wall surrounding the garden referred ...
Submitted to Contest #72
THE FACE IN THE MIRROR Undoubtedly it had been a big, a good stroke of luck, indeed a colossal stroke of luck, a godsend, as everyone had said him, both friends, relatives and acquaintances, and even those who did not know him, but who had known what (it) had rained on him. Since he, George P., thirty years old, freelance journalist, with modest income, who led a barely dignified life, had suddenly, and at all unexpectedly found himself heir of a truly colossal fortune, such colossal it was that he was rather ...
Submitted to Contest #71
A GRAIN OF SUGAR Rosy was still crouched under the Christmas tree she had just finished to decorate. The comet on the top of the spruce was yellow, of a bright, but also soft yellow, like that….just like that yellow. Suddenly she seemed she was seeing them, as if they were there, under her eyes…..they, the cookies which her grandmother Adele made once every year, the cookies named DUCK TAIL , which she and her sisters, and the all family, could eat from Christmas Eve to Epiphany. Those very special cookies were reserved ...
Submitted to Contest #70
DIGGING A GRAVE Rumors about Davie P. had started to rise from when Carl V. reported (told) to have seen him , all busy digging in an uncultivated land which, even if he wasn’t sure to whom it owned, certainly it didn’t belong to Davie. Carl had seen him digging in that land__ which had once been cultivated, but since years now nobody cared about it , in fact weeds and brambles grew there____during a walk in the countryside, and he had seen him when evening was coming. However , ev...
Submitted to Contest #69
LET’S TOAST TO THE NEW YEAR COMING The fire crackling under the great white chimney hood, as the bangs of the firecrackers, which people are pulling outside, could be heard even if the musicians were playing___now they were playing a waltz by Johann Strauss____even if everyone was talking, everyone was saying something, which maybe nobody listened to___There were more than thirty people gathered in the great room for the end of year party. There were laughter, and the children were running after each other, s...
Submitted to Contest #68
IN DEPTH INTO THE LAKE In the water of the lake, of a transparent green, even if not a clear green___almost dark, instead___the white clouds of a blue, serene sky moved lightly, swaying slightly. The fronds of the fir trees wavered slightly, all around the edge, into the water…. At that time, early in the morning, there was no boat to sail the lake, not even fishing boats. The people coming for a picnic on the lawn, those who would jump into the lake, and the swimmers, they all would arrive later. The lake was exactly as Alice rem...
THE BURIED CRIME by MARA MASOLINI Agatha, a young woman of twenty five years, had disappeared since months, without a trace, no one had heard anything from her or about her, when a voice had begun to be heard in the small town. The voice ( rumors) said that Agatha had not gone away of own free will, and even no one had taken her away___or had kidnapped her___, but instead she had been killed by her family, who then had buried her body (corpse) in the cellar of their house. These rumors had also reached the police. However, who kn...
Submitted to Contest #67
CURVE TO HELL His hands stuck in the pockets of his jacket, the brim of his hat turned backwards, a little bent , but still with an agile, quick step, Gerald was enjoying his walk in the middle of the countryside. The road on which he was walking, very narrow, is indeed asphalted , but on both sides of the road, beyond them, even looming over it, since they were higher up than the road, meadows and fields stretched out, and also much uncultivated land , with an almost wild vegetation, and this wide expanse, mostly of gree...
Submitted to Contest #66
THE LAST APPOINTMENT_____THE CHOICE Before opening the door the ringing of the phone made her suddenly leap up of the state of bliss in which she was by long immersed, in which she was basking. It had been a wonderful walk, by alone, yeah, but what a splendor the countryside in this season. The fallen leaves, scattered on the road, resting on the tufts of still green grass, they are colorful carpets that you hear rustling, creaking under your feet ….and there are the falling leaves, so that you ,walking, are surrounded by...
Submitted to Contest #65
A NIGHT WANDERING AMONG GRAVES We decided we would come in as soon as it was dark. And as soon as we arrived, what a surprise. We thought we had to climb over the surrounding wall, or to force the door, to enter, instead it was enough to push the gate door, then the access door settled between the surrounding walls, and we were able to enter. “ But how? Shouldn’t it be closed at night? Yet, there is a keeper” I said. “ Ah, he will have forgotten to close, or he will have lost the keys. Ah, by the way, they say that this guy…the car...
+ MY FIRST HALLOWEEN as A GHOST When I arrive ____the party is taking place in a wide and almost dark underground room , which you have to go down an infinite number of steps to get there___I approach a table when a dozen guys, some in vampire dress, some in skeleton dress, some in devil dress, are drinking a yellow drink , in big pot-bellied glasses. “ It’s pumpkin juice at poisoned tooth! “ A vampire announces, cheerfully, in a shrill voice, lifting the big pot-bellied glass overhead. “ Would you like to tas...
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