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Submitted to Contest #98
Genevieve thwarted her badminton racket and impacted the shuttle, hurling it high in the air and over to my side where I putt it back to her. ”Your good at this Jackson.” She said panting. “Thanks.” I said grunting, struggling to keep up with her swift and quick movements. A strong gust of wind snatched our shuttle out of the air and aimed it out towards the small openly wooded area with Creed’s River. Genevieve ran after it and pelted a loud “NO!” as the shuttle plummeted into the river and sat ever so calmly at the surface, bobbin...
Submitted to Contest #96
Kenophobia. The irrational fear of large spaces. A classic fear my mother hollered before her psychotic breakdown which resulted in a heavy and desolating funeral. I never knew the fear would linger. Until I let her in. After my mother’s passing my dad took “took me for his own” to a whole new level and un enrolled me out of middle school. He sold our small city home and moved into an ancient looking mansion, built in the 1800s by some weird guy called Urleck Manson.Safe to say I never really saw anyone after we moved except my tutor and nan...
Submitted to Contest #95
Left, right, left, right, Oh come on, why am I so indecisive now?My legs were burning from the marathon I ran. The crunch of the floor echoed just a hallway down from two doors I stood aside. The hotels cheap and worn down lifts weren’t working, and sure as hell won’t get me very far. The air was chilly, and outlined my uncontrolled breath. My thoughts raced like horses, betting on which one will win. The first door on the left was painted ebony. It was glossy and sheer. The door handle read emergency exit in a label of ever green. The other...
Submitted to Contest #94
trigger warning, use of language and violenceThe rev of my car engine sang like out of tune melodies. My car driving at 100 mph on an isolated highway. I was expected at a meeting for a new job, similar position. But it was all the way in England. And the Scottish highways and roads weren’t doing me any justice.All of a sudden I hear my petite car splutter and puff, and the turning of the wheels came to a sudden stop. Shit. I wasn’t supposed to be late. Not even a second. i was supposed to call someone. But my eye caught sight of smoke emitt...
Trigger warning, violence and cursing“Ryley truth or dare?” Max Whibley said slouching on a torn bean bag. I sat in silence twiddling with my thumbs. I picked my head up and looked around.the rest of the group started jeering on me. Ooooo she’s gonna pick truth, oooohhh she’s not so tough is she?”Dare.” I replied with a glim smile on my face.”I dare you to steal from Mr. Rzykruski.”My eyes widened. “Like, from his classroom?” “Rob him now.” Now?! There was a group of us huddled around a smoking fire trapped in a rusty old tin....
Submitted to Contest #93
Weilyn packed two bottles of vodka into his woven backpack. He stood up and fixed his skirt and took a good look at his makeup in the mirror. He took out a sheer lipgloss and spread the product all over his lips. Meanwhile I was finishing my dazzling eyeliner, packed with all sorts of glitter and shimmering sequins. “Aine. please don’t tell me your going out to Jeila’s party looking like that.” He scoffed as he looked me up and down, processing my blue denim trousers and white top embroidered with text. He sighed and strutted in his two inch...
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