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Meredith Lindsey

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Passionate Pages

Meredith Lindsey

Submitted to Contest #176

The first thing Jack noticed was the cat clock on the wall. It was one of those black and white models you’d expect to find in a housewife’s kitchen in the 60’s, its tail swinging in time to the eyes that swept the room from left to right. The shop was quiet enough that he could hear the ticking all the way across the room, past the crowded shelves of books that caught his eye next. The shelves towered above him, nearly reaching the ceiling that must have been three stories high, although Jack didn’t see any ladders that would make obtaini...

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Witching Hour

Meredith Lindsey

Submitted to Contest #65

The sky was dark over the town of Summerville. Black clouds, rolling in their thickness, provided a barrier between the light of the stars and moon and the sleepy town that laid before them. On a typical night, the children would be tucked away in their beds and the darkness would hide the occasional straggler slipping through the streets to an unknown destination. It was no matter, though, for the town wasn’t sleeping tonight. The streets and sidewalks on every corner were lit by porch lights that exposed carved pumpkins, dangling hairy...

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An Unexpected Customer

Meredith Lindsey

Submitted to Contest #63

I gaze down at my watch and observe the hands ticking towards six o’clock. Five minutes until opening time, and the college students are already lined up outside the door. They look more like zombies than psychology majors and graduate students, boasting unkempt hair and sweatpants that drag along the ground in a pre-caffeine shuffle. There are always a few regulars that grace me with their business at opening, and I pick their faces out of the crowd. Jim, a second year biology major, towers a foot above everyone else and will order a Fren...

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Flowers and Feathers

Meredith Lindsey

Submitted to Contest #63

The courthouse clock boomed twelve times, scattering the birds perched on its bricks. I joined the flapping mass of wings and allowed my gray and white feathers to blend in with the rest. The sun beat down from its arc in the sky, throwing rays of light that glistened on my companions’ coats. If I was able to smile, I would. It was noon, and that meant it was time. I let the others fly ahead of me, falling back in the ranks and eventually falling out of line completely. They didn’t spare me a second glance, knowing I had been disap...

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Arks of Ice

Meredith Lindsey

Submitted to Contest #62

Have you ever wondered what the world would look like without ninety percent of its population? No one walking the streets, no cars driving friendly neighbors, not even the twitch of a curtain pulled tight over houses now as lifeless as the dead. The dead are the ones that have it easy. They don’t have to watch as the world crumbles to pieces all around us. A world without hope is a very ugly place. Not that I see much of it anymore, anyway. Those of us that are left have been surviving in bunkers, hiding from the promise of disease on t...

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The Dragon Lord

Meredith Lindsey

Submitted to Contest #62

The sparring stick whizzes past my ear, only inches away from knocking me out. I return the assault with a swinging blow from my own wooden cane, but it meets Yona’s stick with a clack. My arms and legs burn with the familiar urgency to keep up with my teacher, but I can feel the cane growing heavier in my hands. Always too soon, I follow Yona’s fake to my left and find myself being greeted by the earth. My shoulder stings where the stick connected, and I can already feel a welt blossoming beneath my leather vest. I lay on the ground for a...

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