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Submitted to Contest #272
The unnatural silence alerted Tāne to the encroaching threat. The normally boisterous woodland stunned into silence. No intermittent birdsong, scraping or rustling. Nothing. Nothing at all. Tāne ignored the bead of sweat caressing his forehead and focused on the clearing in front of his cottage. There. A suspicion of a shadow. Would he never be free of this? Tāne adjusted his gilded bow. The already cocked arrow targeted the intruding presence. The sense of utter revulsion screamed at Tāne, but he didn’t allow his focus to waiver. Touching t...
Submitted to Contest #271
“You never know what you’ll miss until it’s gone,” my Nana Rose used to say. And it’s true, even if it took me a few days to realise what was missing. I just had a nagging sense that something wasn’t right, like when a spice jar is missing from its place in the rack. Yes, I like things to be orderly. “A place for everything and everything in its place.” Another Nana Rose saying.My flatmates tease me about being a Monica, referring to the character from Friends. But I see it as a compliment, I loved Monica. Anyway, my feeling of unease linger...
Submitted to Contest #270
Mark’s 50-minute murders DEATH ON THE MENU With plentiful red herrings and several licks of spice INGREDIENTS 1 x local politician (I like to use a congressman)1 x sponsored Community Event in a local park (Independence Day is always fun)A dozen potential suspects6 possible murder scenarios500 attendees in fancy-dress costume and masksCatered finger-food and wineFireworks (optional) PREPARATION 1. Select a local politician. Be careful to pick one who is a rising star within their political party. They need to be ...
Submitted to Contest #269
Unlike most, I distinctly remember my birth. That precise moment when I went from being nothing to being something. Or just being really. Being alive I guess. Being alert and awake and conscious. Being scared. Oh yes, I definitely recall that feeling. Fear. The dark swirling smoke accompanying my birth, punctuated as it was with dying bursts of light, may have had some effect on my emotions. Likewise, the smell of sulphur, although admittedly mixed with a strong scent of garlic. A somewhat odd combination, wouldn’t you say? But there I was, ...
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