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Submitted to Contest #321
Ian ChambersI sit alone in a tiny, sterile room with only a table, three chairs, and an analog clock above the door. Assuming the clock is accurate, it is three o’clock in the afternoon, meaning that I have been here for half an hour. The nice lady that escorted me to the room said I wouldn’t wait long. Obviously, she was wrong.I scroll on my phone, as I have been doing for the last thirty minutes. I look at the news to find nothing of interest. I see only run-of-the-mill happenings—political strife, some random celebrity drama, and the late...
Submitted to Contest #318
Just after dawn on Wednesday, The Riverside, a quaint apartment complex just across from a small suburb, lies dormant. The only sounds are the wind, blowing gently through the trees, the noise of small critters moving about, and the soft hum of a few cars that occupy the roads. The air is still and the sun is out, casting a gentle light over the community. Inside The Riverside is unit 105, the home of Nicholas Fletcher, a 30-something fellow who is average in every sense of the word. Standing at five-foot-nine, Nicholas or Nick, is neither t...
Submitted to Contest #306
August 13, 2016Dear Constance,Hello, my love. Where do I even start? First off, I have decided to start this journal so that I can have a record of the next however many weeks, months, years it takes for me to get back to you. And in the case I can’t make it back, I want to leave you this. When my mother died, I hurt for years—hell, I still hurt. The most devastating thing was not her death, but her spiritual absence. Over time, I lost touch of her thoughts, her wants, her essence. And while I have no intention of dying, I’d be a fool to pre...
Submitted to Contest #305
The analog clock placed above the doorway read 11:00am. Julie lied idly on a hospital bed, hooked up to a plethora of monitors and an IV bag. Her long blonde hair, which was normally brushed neatly into a low ponytail, was sprawled across the pillow. She looked up at the ceiling because she could not stand to look at her surroundings, for that would confirm her reality. She counted the tiles on the ceiling over and over again because there was nothing else for her to do.“Ms. Camden?”Julie looked over to her left where the doctor was standing...
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