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Submitted to Contest #305
At the intersection, I could go right and head home–but turning left would take me back. Back to July, the sultry heat of summer settled into the cracked asphalt. Back to the deafening whir of crickets and the chorus of frogs nestled in soggy ditches. The stop sign marked the split, but I knew it like the back of my hand: a narrow, serpentine stretch of road that divided the dense rows of pines from the barb-lined pastures. It was a sorry excuse for a road, forgotten by the county, littered with cavernous potholes and crumbling shoulders. We...
Submitted to Contest #241
Candlelight danced in flickering leaps across burgundy walls, wax bleeding with each passing minute. Gaze fixated at the head of the table, she took a lengthy sip of wine, not breaking eye contact. Despite the heat of her glare, the recipient continued unaware. “I want to thank you all for coming tonight,” the head of the table boomed. The charcoal suit he sported was expertly tailored, hanging from his frame–a frame that was looking increasingly toned as of late. His beard, once peppered, was now a perfectly manicured onyx. As he proceeded ...
Submitted to Contest #238
Swathes of red and blue intermittently flooded my vision. Beneath the flimsy plastic, my limbs still pulsed with adrenaline. Initially, the barrage of sirens and shouts was an audible assault, but now my thundering heart drowned most of it out. An officer loomed over me, his mouth forming words that failed to reach my ears. The paramedics seemed to retort, much to his chagrin. I cast my gaze upon the modern structure ahead, an incandescent glow piercing the night. Panels of glass stared back like watchful eyes, knowing the truth of what lay ...
Shortlisted for Contest #228 ⭐️
The unnerving chorus of cutlery scraping porcelain echoed throughout the room. Tension hung thick in the air, palpable enough to reach up and slice into it with my steak knife. Beside me, my sister sniffed. From my periphery, I could see her red-rimmed eyes staring blankly at her untouched plate. I cut into the slab before me, crimson juices forming a greasy puddle. I took a bite, relished the tenderness. The peas encroached into the sea of mashed potatoes like invading soldiers. “Would you please pass the potatoes, Mary?” Mother asked f...
Submitted to Contest #225
A brassy grin beamed up at me, glinting in the fluorescent light overhead. The cherub figurine, palms squished into its cheeks, sat quaintly on the shelf amongst a horde of equally unsettling effigies. I shuddered. “How about this one?” I turned to see my sister gesturing to a rather worn mirror, black paint flaking sporadically. “A little sanding, a little paint, a little Windex, and this baby will be good as new,” she quipped. “That’s too much work,” I groaned, eyes wandering over the adjacent shelf of knickknacks. This one boasted a f...
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