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Submitted to Contest #147
Charlotte placed her head on Ramsay’s shoulder, her foot brushing against his leg, the final seconds of a black and white forties movie she couldn’t name fading to black, and a feeling tearing into her that instead of sitting here in an abandoned theatre she should be back with her Mom in the hospital, in that wooden chair that pushed against her back, and the monitors whose beep gave her a week long headache. The credits rolled. She held Ramsay’s hand, trying to convince herself she’d earned a night out after a full year consumed with trips...
Submitted to Contest #131
A man with a city unto himself, walking at first, turning into a jog, beside the calm waters of the river, smiling as the pain kept him from his thoughts. Stopped for a moment. The cold removing the feeling in his fingers and the feeling in his chest and the thoughts in his mind. Footsteps following behind. Cars rumbled across. Lights of the city flickered. The city moving toward night and Adam clenching his hand and gripping nothing and gripping fleeting seconds. How different it felt to be alone now that he was gone. Gone. The brother who...
Submitted to Contest #130
Amidst the City’s newest skyscrapers The 30th Street Hotel stood as an ode to the elegance of older generations, carrying within its walls and rooms and hallways the sins of its occupants.Darrell had never been inside the hotel, but one evening, a call came from the hotel's manager, requesting his services. He stood in the lobby, basked in the jazz music radiating from the hotel’s atrium and admired the flickering lights of the chandelier. Lavender lifting from the front desk as excitable guest waited to check-in and o...
Submitted to Contest #126
The trees did not live alone. Within the woods hundreds of breathing stories, kept secret in the shadows, hidden beneath the soil. A refuge for the truth, a shelter for the sinful.Tate switched on the chainsaw and it rumbled in the cold air. Shouts of men in helmets wearing orange vests echoed through the woods and trees fell. Sweat dripped. The bright sun reflecting off Tate’s visor. And in the wind and in his head and in his chest he heard Becca as the chainsaw cut through the aching tree. Frustration and fear and fight in her voice taperi...
Submitted to Contest #123
The ballroom filled with men in tailored suits, women in tight dresses, champagne flutes and caviar and lobster toast on silver platters served by men in white blazers, and energetic whispers about the The Masked Officer.Ronald stood in the corner of the ballroom sipping a beer and avoiding the gravitational pull of the New York elite. His thoughts split between his upcoming drive home from New York State across the bridge to New Jersey. To Jenny and the kids and their homework and bedtime. The other half of his thoughts went to the woman ...
Submitted to Contest #122
Adam sipped a glass of red wine watching the camera feed that displayed the entrance of his house. You could the see freshly painted red door, the porch, and the garden with calendula and winter jasmine. And Oscar, roaming around the freshly cut lawn, who stood at attention as though something moved in the distance. The attic was a makeshift command center with dual displays, featuring a small fridge that used to be stocked full of energy drinks, and a stack of books on home security systems which sat on the wooden desk. While taking br...
Submitted to Contest #98
Six empty caskets. Rusted bleachers and rusted chairs on brown grass. White chrysanthemums on a wooden table. Behind the stage, rain pounded the still waters of the river.Malcolm watched from the window. Eyes gray like the river. Hands shaking like a man facing the gallows. He punched a hole through the window. Shards of glass sprinkled into his fist.He climbed into bed. Her foot traveled over to his and she mumbled and he mumbled back. “We have to decide tomorrow,” Malcolm said.“Don’t say it like that. It’s a good thing. One of o...
Submitted to Contest #96
Joseph’s voice trembled as he stared at the computer screen. He pressed his phone to his ear while sweat dripped down his face. “The auditors didn’t list food preferences. How am I supposed to score high enough on the audit without food preferences?”He hung up, remembering the breathing exercises he taught to his patients at the hospital. Scrolling through the .gov website, Joseph studied the hospitality coefficients for his neighbors. The Scholes had scored a 2.0, the McCall’s had scored a 2.5, The Park’s had scored 2.7, and at the top of t...
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