Mou Sukoshi

“Ciao Ciao Ciao” by Mou Sukoshi

Submitted to Contest #77

Growl! Antoine stood up, clutching his tummy. If his stomach had woken him up, then this certainly wasn’t craving for comfort food. Antoine took out the mobile from his pocket. It was 2 am. Another 4 hours before the morning shift guy would arrive. Antoine dragged his sleepy ass to the elevator landing. He pressed the Up button and waited. The button wouldn’t light up. Antoine moved to the next elevator. No response. It was then that he noticed the emergency lights were on. He thought of complaining to the systems admin; abandoned the thou...

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“Tehran To Kyiv” by Mou Sukoshi

I promise I will kill him if he doesn’t stop.  What happened now, Em? Have you gone deaf? That kid is shouting at the top of his voice for an eternity. Em, he will stop once the flight takes off. Lucas, get our seats changed. What kind of parents raise such kids? Em.. Dear.. Calm down a bit now.. Oh God! What have I done to be seated in the same row as a bratty child in every single flight? --- Reza stole a look at the clock. He wished for the shift to end now. “Want to go home?” The sarcasm in Kamran’s voice was biting. Reza kept q...

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“My George Clooney” by Mou Sukoshi

Submitted to Contest #72

“So, George Clooney tells me, ‘Cooking is very easy. I can do it. You can certainly learn it before you marry me.’”Siddharth smiled from across the table, “You must have mastered culinary skills, then?”Maitri threw a dirty glare towards him and let out a long breath.“You let such sexy husband material slip through your fingers?”“He wasn’t that great a catch”, Maitri chewed and spit out every word through gritted teeth.Pulling back from the table, she straightened, inhaled sharply and declared, “And more importantly, I hate, hate, hate, absol...

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“Papillon” by Mou Sukoshi

Submitted to Contest #69

“Marie-Eve, is it true? What I heard.” Marie-Eve sincerely hoped it was not true, and also that her sister has not got a whiff of the news yet. But something told her that unbridled optimism was not the word she could employ in describing her current family situation. She forced a wry smile and meekly said, “We are trying to make him see reason.” Her sister Stephanie said, “Of course! Of course! Once in a while a fling is fine. But giving up the long-standing traditions of the family is no joke.” Marie-Eve looked on with a deadpan expression...

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“The Bottle of Chaos 2.0” by Mou Sukoshi

Submitted to Contest #67

“Why are we at the arms market at Frenoiby?” “Because you have been manipulated, Monsieur Zac Efron.” The sarcastic comment hit Zac like a rude slap. He was calm, collected and rational, virtues prized in the 28th century. His partner Doreen looked apparently the same to untrained eyes. Centuries of selective genetics have tempered the emotional traits, but Doreen’s ardent temperament bubbled dangerously close to the surface. Anyone spending a reasonable amount of time with her would certainly get a whiff of it, and Zac wasn’t the one to mis...

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