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Submitted to Contest #76
“Good morning Mr?” “Call me Malcolm, everyone does.” “Alright Malcolm, my name is William Gladwell. Please have a seat just right over there. Can I offer you anything? Coffee, tea, water?” “Some coffee if you please….do you mind if I light my cigarette?” “No, not at all.” “I swore to my momma I’d stop smoking after I got out of the army, she’d whoop me if- Oops...God damn.” “Oh let me, I have a lighter here. I don’t smoke but it’s always good to have one handy. My father always carried a book of matches himself, before he upgraded to a...
Day 1 Percy pulled his bandana down to take a drag from his canteen. Anywhere he touched himself he would feel the grit and scrap of the sand. He was on an abandoned beach, listening to the roar and crash of the waves. California was terribly dry this time of the year. He pulled back up his covering and trudged to the safety of the roads. He hopped on Yip, patted him gently, and they rode back to the city. …………………………………………………………………………………………. Percy had gotten used to Momentus, becoming something of a local celebrity. The city was ric...
Submitted to Contest #72
“Alright,” Remi studied their Titan, talking to him softly as they always did during repairs. “Show me what’s wrong Avery.” Titans are the names of the android companions. No one knew why Titan was the name, but everyone just accepted it. Everyone was the members of the space shuttle, all delivered by the last ship from Base. The Base was home, and the home was where Remi’s love was. “Here we go handsome.” Remi found the snag in his arm and began to unwind to patch him. “We’ll get you back on in no time.” Remi was the youngest of the ...
Submitted to Contest #70
“So, you want to tell me why we’re going West?” The cowboy asked. Percy and Aoyama sat together in the train car, trying to eat dinner. Percy had his letter he was writing to Lucy on the table. His plate was clean. Aoyama hadn’t been eating the past few days, his plate was full. The samurai looked at him, that was all it took for Percy to understand. “I’m completely grateful to you, but I would like to know what favor I am returning. Mr. Hisatomo.” “Please call me Aoyama.” He murmured. A waiter passed them, making him press deeper in...
Submitted to Contest #68
The Grasshopper was a dot of life in the town of Ditchford. It wasn’t quite a ghost town, but still far from a bustling and hustling metro. The Grasshopper’s lights shined for miles in the desert, dragging people to it like moths. Any passerby who wanted something in their stomach, and a safe place to sleep got it. Regardless of money. Percy had lived there for nearly 10 years, and became a handyman to the owner, Lucy. She was an older lady, not frayed or slowing down from her older age. She took no nonsense from anyone, stranger or friend, ...
Submitted to Contest #67
Luvenia "Wrathful" Rogue was not a force to be reckoned with if she was anything at all. She would have two loves her entire life: the sea, and her first mate Almira “Devil’s Charm” Hale. Luvenia occupied her ship with sturdy men and women. She expected nothing less than perfection. If one sailor was not found doing work, she knocked them overboard. If a man committed a sexual act against a woman who did not want it, he was met with the end of her sword, then tossed overboard. If she told you twice, there would be no third time. The s...
TW: This story will contain mentions of sexual abuse towards children, and adults remembering said abuse. Jack hugged himself, staring at the blank wall, eyes wide open. He remembered they were going outside later. The graze of the sun was all he looked forward to. He heard a quick knock and a quiet ushering in of two people. “Jack,” said the nurse. “Dr. Girifalco is here.” He didn’t move from his cradling. There were whispers traded and the nurse departed. The doctor went to the chair they had left for him, sitting down and waiting patient...
Submitted to Contest #66
‘First pawn. Queen moved….what is she going to do?’ “Would you tell me something dearest?” said Death, eyes studying him. She smiled as she watched her opponent sweat and scan the board. She moved a knight, clicking the timer. Her hands had rings on every other finger, glittering every now and again. When she smiled she smiled sincerely. “What is your favorite piece?” “What do you mean?” murmured the opponent. They moved another pawn, avoiding capture, and clicked the timer. “You’ve played this game before?” “Yes. With my mother.” ...
“It doesn’t count if you’re planning your defeat.” Those were the last bits of advice Aella heard from her grandmother before they fought their last fight together. …………………………………………………………………………………………. Aella was the youngest of the entire Ayer family, powers passed down from generation to generation. The Ayer’s heroes began with a woman who refused to take her husband’s name. She took her mother’s instead, much to the public’s outrage. Once her village discovered she had unimaginable powers, they let her do as she pleased. ...
My name is Viola Fletcher. I left my man at the altar, resigned from my job, sold my house, then drove across the country to Maine for a different life. Here’s my confession, I guess. ………………………………………………………………………………………… The drive from Portland to Maine takes all of two days, though I lingered along the road to meet strangers, eat new food, and laughed. I haven’t done that in so long I forgot what it meant to feel like that. Why Maine? I don’t know, I mean...it’s Maine. It radiates some kind of energy of people that want to escape, an...
Submitted to Contest #65
Minerva brushed down her dress, back turned to the funeral procession, and headed the other way. Sybil caught up to her, touching her arm. “Minnie,” She whispered, both catching the sight of the funeral passing them. “It was Emma’s brother, George, he passed from Cholera.” “Goodness how awful,” She whispered back, looping one arm into hers. They watched it pass, glancing at each other again. “Come with me, Sybil! I have to get to the shop.” They waited a moment longer before turning back around and walked to her father’s tailor shop. ...
Dinah placed the trash cans at the curb, hoping to catch a glimpse at the new neighbor. He ducked back inside before she got the chance. “Hmm,” “Dinah!” The other neighbor’s voice asked her to come over. Joan the town gossip saw Dinah’s look of disappointment from a mile away. Dinah came over. Joan was sweet enough, a little annoying but she’s the type of lady that would fix your hair after a crying session and call you pretty. Buy you chocolate and tell you to eat the whole thing because you deserve it. “What’s the tea, Joan?” She s...
Submitted to Contest #64
Jessica Ryan rested her head on the dash, taking several deep breaths as she practiced. “Calm, calm, calm. I am calm.” She chanted. The Hammersmiths were something of a mystery to the town. Jeffery Hammersmith was hired as the funeral director of the town by the Mayor. He was bright-eyed and handsome, which was odd for such a macabre profession. From rumors, he was also married and with two kids. Two little girls, actually. And they had a live-in maid, one of them had to be loaded. Jessica adjusted her hair, patted both cheeks, then slipped ...
Aella took a leap across the roof, landing with a quick roll, body feeling tight. “God damn it,” She stood up to stretch. She should have done yoga that morning but she and her kid had slept in. They had to rush to get out the door in time. “You’re getting old Queen,” murmured Fox, appearing from the shadows. She was a thin woman, wearing her black jumpsuit, and had long silky hair she wore in a bun. Fox was her code name and she tended to love it much more than her real name. “It happens to us all Foxy,” Aella replied, rolling h...
Henrietta was the youngest daughter of the Lovett’s, born the 7th child on the 7th day of the 7th month of the year. She was the only daughter to survive past her teen years. Her older sisters succumbed to many methods of death: one was beaten by her drunken husband, one had died from hypothermia in a row house, one had died from a factory accident. Henrietta survived despite all odds, a curse seemed to linger on the Lovett women. She was born with an intelligent mind, a love of animals and nature, and she was lovely. Whether she was ...
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