Mia Hunter

“The Thumb Keeper” by Mia Hunter

When I stepped out of my house, I noticed the sky was a smear of rouge with dense, ashen clouds lingering low onto the town. One tiny puff floated across the street and dissolved into a giant oak tree. A muffled rumble added some sound to the empty neighborhood, followed by a flash of pink and purple.  It gave a sense of morbid anticipation. A feeling of knowing that something out of the ordinary might happen but who knows when? My plans for the evening were pretty much in order. I was going to prepare a cup of hot chocolate, stare at...

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“The Autumn Grave Calls” by Mia Hunter

Submitted to Contest #99

'No matter who it belongs to, standing in front of a grave is a strange feeling. I don’t dislike it… but I cannot say I like it either. It’s cold, but it’s also real. It’s the only reality I am sure of. It will catch up to me as it caught on to this one here. ' Monologuing to himself, James placed a bouquet of white flowers in front of a tree. 'There once used to be a rock slate here, but with time, the name on it has withered away and maybe, the soul too. ' Roughly thirty years ago “Oh no I fell asleep!” James got up, pa...

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“After Work” by Mia Hunter

Submitted to Contest #31

The first time I walked into my ad agency life, I was greeted by the strong smell of coffee mixed with cigar smoke and orange essence. It was, up until that moment, one of the oddest combinations of smells I had ever smelt in my lifetime of smelling.But eh, it doesn’t matter, right? I had a job; the most sought after luxury in this time of high unemployment, made worse with a handful of acute inflation.Or so I thought… As any working slave would understand; I got a JOB. I find this situation to be a mental conundrum; having a job is str...

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“Sea-dreams” by Mia Hunter

Submitted to Contest #30

On a Saturday afternoon, the doorbell rang loud and clear in the Stones’ residency.Suzanne, 18, was the only one at home and she rushed to the entrance.Her father hadn’t been home in a long time and that had her worried. Since no one visited the house anyways, Suzanne had every reason to believe that her father had returned.She opened the door with an expectant heart but was let down by the sight of two strangers instead. One tall and one short.“Hello, are you Miss Suzanne, daughter of John Stones?” Asked the taller, hefty guy. The short, fu...

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“The Darker Alley” by Mia Hunter

Submitted to Contest #30

“I have been on this street for as long as I can remember… all I know is that I just have to live… live till the day I die.” By, The Homeless manThe evening sky frowns down at the somewhat busy main road of Koramangala. Cars gliding, people rushing and a whole lot of lights flashing; the usual city chaos.A homeless man sits on the footpath, on a rugged jute sac, with his back pressed against the stone wall of an old temple. His once white shirt has turned khaki and a blanket of dust rests on his shredded, black pants. He hums a tune to himse...

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“Can you help me?” by Mia Hunter

Submitted to Contest #25

“Martin, can you clean table 4?” Ms. Lucious, the librarian of St. Joseph, ordered in a stern voice.“Yes ma’am” Martin replied and started piling the books on top of each other. Science encyclopedias, nat geo magazines, reader’s digest; all brainy books at one spot!Martin picked up the lot, his back straining a bit. He was born under a weak star and was a far cry in comparison to the athletic, energetic boys of his class. Walking slowly to the ‘Education’ section of the library, Martin tried his best to look at his feet from below the pile o...

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“Transience” by Mia Hunter

Submitted to Contest #23

A spine chilling breeze swept into the living room when Berry opened the door. As far back as she could remember, Januaries had always been odd in this place. Then again, what did she know about January? She had never even left the house! But from what she had seen on television, this place looked different from other places during winters.Even with the fat blankets of glistening white weighing down the black branches, in this place, life thrived among death. In winters, lands in other cold parts of the world would be covered in smooth snow ...

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“Careless on Christmas” by Mia Hunter

Submitted to Contest #21

(Genre: dark comedy)Jen clutched the kitchen knife so tightly that his knuckles went white. He had been hiding behind the counter for the past fifteen minutes, trying to hear what the dubious group was planning to do next.“How about we bomb them? We can drop five bombs and finish the rest off with our guns.” Said the guy with the fruit soda.“I think it’s doable, that way, we won’t have to face the army either as none will be left.” The beer drinker added.“I don’t know man, think about all the innocent lives lost.” The man with the water said...

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“Let's not Panic” by Mia Hunter

Submitted to Contest #20

Matt’s POV“Oh… no…” was my first reaction....Profuse palpitations to Himalayan heights was my second.I will explain- try to explain what happened, to the best of my ability… but I am not betting on your understanding.Betting… yes, that is where it all began.Steve was a dear friend from the office. We grew close when I hit the office lottery. In fact, he was so sweet that he introduced me to the wonderful world of betting cause in Steve’s words “why come down when you can keep going up?”One Friday night when we had gone out to celebrate the l...

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