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Submitted to Contest #309
Kssht. “Come in Little Fox. Come in,” crackled the walkie-talkie. Mina clutched it close to her mouth, holding back a giggle. The yellow autumn leaves, covered in morning dew, tickled her knees as she ducked behind a shrub. Kssht. “Come in Little Fox,” the voice repeated. Kssht. “You have to say ‘over,’ Daddy,” she replied, finally letting her giggle escape. Kssht. “Roger that Little Fox. Are you ready? Over?” A moment of silence filled the cool morning air as a gentle breeze passed by. Kssht. “Ready! Over!” Mina said with determination. Fro...
Submitted to Contest #295
Winnie Johnson scratched her pen against the paper, willing the last bit of ink to appear. It sputtered out in streaks, exhausted from the daily affirmations her mother insisted she write.Not that they ever worked.No matter how many kind words she wrote in her journal, believing them was another story—especially when Tina Pinket came around.Tina was an ugly thing. Not in the way she looked, but in the fact that every morning she woke up stretching, grinning with one goal in mind: torment Winnie JohnsonAnd for no particular reason at all, but...
Submitted to Contest #260
The only thing Detective Jon Kross hated more than the scent of cigarette smoke was a liar who believed they’d gotten away. Kross rested his cane against the table when he entered the room. The walls seemed to sponge the tobacco odor, letting it seep out slowly into the air. He removed his black fedora, leaned back, then groaned as he sat across from the cuffed suspect. Retrieving a stick of wintergreen lip balm from his slacks, he rubbed it under his nose and began to study the shifty brown eyes of Tobias Turner. Kross glanced dow...
Submitted to Contest #240
Between the two, what would you consider to be the greater risk to my life: taking on the world’s deadliest sky pirate alone (to rob him of all his worth), or climbing the rope wagging from the bottom of his airship with only one hand?With my grasp locked around this dangling piece of twine, as I hang like an insect beneath the massive ship, suspended high above the restless clouds, I can most certainly assure you–ascending handless in the wind is by far the greater risk.The common consensus is that losing a hand is the price one p...
Submitted to Contest #238
Ian cracked open the cookie and pulled out the fortune trapped inside. He studied the slip with a grin as if he had uncovered a secret treasure, but his excitement was short-lived and his happy grin slowly faded as he read the words.“Well…what’s it say?” Danny asked in eager anticipation. He and Mya were standing next to Ian around the large, round table that sat in the center of the otherwise empty room. Darkness in the room gobbled up the light that beamed from their headlamps rendering them all but useless except to illuminate things near...
Submitted to Contest #218
The wind whistled wearily and the air was filled with the clacking rattle of icicle chimes that hung from the pines. "Papa!" Sophie shouted. Her voice cracked the air like a whip, scattering a ripple of echoes that did nothing else but mock her. Needle-sharp wind pricked then a wince and a staccato of chattering teeth followed. Like an unsupervised jackhammer, her jittering jaw clicked madly, blurring the line between panic and hypothermic fidgets. “Papa!” She frantically called, and nothing but a chili whisper of wind replied. 6:23pm–f...
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