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Submitted to Contest #181
Eyes like Sirens By: Nic Silvestris The trailer was bereft of any semblance of fresh air. Sunlight burned through the cracks in the side panels, a devilish reminder of the summer heat. Grunts were only interrupted by the echoes of curse words reverberating off the aluminum walls when a box labeled “fragile” fell from the top of the pile. Lightweight boxes acted more like wrestlers jumping from the top rope than delicate containers. ...
Submitted to Contest #156
What Have we Become? “Don’t you remember?”, Michelle asked as she prodded my ribs with her freshly painted toenails. In all honesty I don’t even recall a single minute of that night, well not after entering the bar. I had entered “Loco Lobos” hoping to escape any thoughts of my recent breakup and figured some $3 “Happy Hour” margaritas would suffice as my sedation. I suppose a cliché like “life works in mysteri...
Submitted to Contest #152
There’s a Knife in my Back I can see it now. They stood together next to the fire, her clutching the red solo cup filled with brandy with her eyes admiring his lips. He spoke softly through his smirk, waiting to deliver the punchline I’d seen him use on dozens of other women. At first, I was happy she wanted to meet my friends, especially Harrison, well, Harry, because we’d been the best of friends since our bike riding days. We’re the typical foils where opposites attracted, ...
Submitted to Contest #151
The Man in the Mirror He saw not himself in the mirror’s reflection but the man he was afraid he’d become. From the corner of the glass pane, he could see her stirring from her sleep, grasping at the empty space in the bed. A few years earlier he would still be laying down, holding her in his arms. The vicious cycle of womanizing had built up scar tissue over his compassion and left a cold spirit in its wake. What he lacked in empathy he made up for in dry wit. A fair trade ...
Submitted to Contest #148
A Lease on Love Beams of sunlight emitted through the blindless windows, casting a spotlight on the dust dancing in the air. The fresh smell of Pine-Sol invaded the noses of anyone who toured the apartment. Freshly painted white walls added to the cleansed ambience but could not hide the slight imperfections caused by the previous owner’s bedframe. Naomi had been looking for an affordable place to rent for ages, and through a good word from her friend Gwen (who worked in a r...
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