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Submitted to Contest #178
It was the annual holiday party for the employees of the Eclipse Enterprise company Rachel and everyone was excited to let loose and celebrate the end of another successful year. The party was being held at a fancy hotel ballroom and was complete with decorations, a DJ, and an open bar. As the employees arrived, they were greeted with cheers and hugs from their co-workers. The party was already in full swing and people were dancing, laughing, and enjoying the festivities. Rachel, a marketing manager at the company, was feeling festive. She...
Submitted to Contest #138
“What a sunny day! Let’s go on a walk.” The hairs on Mike’s neck stood up, delighted by this thought. His soft contentment radiated into the surroundings, making his dog’s bright eyes light upon a full-beam tail in a propeller spin. Bouncer had been with Mike for a decade. Having each other made them determined to add meaning to their lives. They knew each other like the back of their hand; they were family. Bouncer kept Mike going in his challenging times, as she was his anchor for innocence and kept him persevering during his many hard...
The voices in my head are telling me something…I am in a labyrinth.All the cries in my head were telling me something extremely different. My head didn’t have the mechanisms to reflect or linger, it just jumped to a resolution because it saw the world at face value and searched no deeper than it should. The fog in my head augmented as my head made transitions by spinning around incessantly. I was in a labyrinth…How did I get here?Had I been here before?Of course, I got no convincing answer.I surveyed my neighbours; it was just like my normal...
Vibranium was made solely for me. It came to me and obeyed me. It taught me how to live. I had a strong desire towards it; maybe even some lust, but I knew for a fact that this belonged to me.Nevertheless, no one understood this substance.Why would they?The immense potential the vibranium holds is astounding. We, as a world, could combat genetic diseases and create a dynasty. Yet, no one knows where this precious material comes from. But trust me, I’m going to be the first one to find it.Above me, I heard a siren wailing. Someone’s here. The...
TW: suicide He sang, he sang again; he sang how much he loved her, and she felt his tears rushing down into her grave. *** “I’m sorry,” said Dan; as he held her close to his chest, giving her his temperateness, but she didn’t need any; because even at the termination of her life she was much tenderer than he could invariably be. “I love you…” said Kate, and they were the last words that arose from of her mouth. With a side gander, she saw her. Standing over her, glancing down at her, was Katrina looking remorseful. Besid...
Submitted to Contest #84
She couldn’t do it anymore, she couldn’t drink them, rate them or comment on them. She couldn’t go to their cafes; she couldn’t have biscuits with them and she couldn’t do her job. Why? Because of this imprudent pandemic As her arm wheeled back, she ran forward and threw the rock as far as possible. Gliding across the bed, the rock skids forward and gets pulled down by his friends into the foam laced waters. No amount of throwing could diminish the pain felt by Emily Gilmore; the overwhelming emotion was excruciating but essential. Her hea...
Submitted to Contest #80
Tearing up pages, Stephan hauled them into the bin; missing a few shots that went directly into the vase next to it; but he couldn’t be bothered to pick it up. No, he had to write a 500 words history essay, which was due in for tomorrow, and unsurprisingly he forgot about it. Moaning and groaning, he scribbled out everything he had written; whilst slashing through the page and ripping it into shreds. “What is all this noise?” asked Karl as his brow furrowed; one eye darted across the room and the other one followed: there were heaps of scr...
Submitted to Contest #78
Softly splashing water droplets hit the car windows as I drove onwards; turning of the handle in my car caused my wipers to flick the raindrops off my window. The skies are overhung with a blanket of grey, so much so that I can barely tell the difference between the sky and clouds. Despite car rides having the potential to feel tedious that is not the case for me, the rain commonly calms me. I watch raindrops race down. The occasional wave of a puddle can be exciting, especially when going through it. I can just picture it: I can picture the...
“Marcy we have got a few more coming” shouted Noah “we need to decide where they will go”. Noah is the traffic controller and tells souls when to come in or go; without him I wouldn’t even last a day thought Marcy. Marcy nodded and turned back. She couldn’t understand why she had to do it just because she is the most experienced with mortals and this doesn’t mean that she has to decide whether they go to Hell or Heaven. Why can’t someone else do it? She thought. Heaven is the best place on the universe; Marcy wishes that she could’ve work...
Submitted to Contest #73
“Oh no what have I done!” exclaimed Jenny. “This was supposed to be my favourite time of the year” She could remember that moment as vividly as if it were yesterday: the pain, agony was all intertwined that their names ought to be changed to reflect their true intention. Walking towards the post-box, the snow danced in the light, as a choreographed ballet conducted by the gentle wind. Moving into her hands, the crisp wintry snow met the warmth of her blood but she knew she had to post these office documents otherwise they might even ...
Submitted to Contest #71
The meadow meandered in all ways that are soft to the breeze, the green flowing in bonny waves as any river would be proud to do. There is a casual grace to the meadow, as if it has a peripheral awareness of its own beauty yet would rather be at peace in this warm sun. From the rich brown earthen hues of the ground to the sweetness of the blue-white sky, the meadow is a three dimensional wonderland for the eyes that are willing to absorb the light; but the light will soon run out. The seasons have been harsh, stripping away the bark and oute...
Submitted to Contest #68
“Am I going to die” asked Josh. Pointing to his hand, he could see his tubes digging in; wincing in pain his hand ached. “No” replied Penelope “I won’t let that happen”. Staring deeply into his eyes she put her hand on top of his. Feeling the tubes she realised how much pain he’s actually in. Taking his shoulder she rested her head on it; wishing that none of this was happening. The fear travelled in Penelope’s veins but never made it to her facial muscles or skin. Her complexion remained pale and matt, her eyes as steady as if she were s...
Submitted to Contest #67
Pounding the tarmac, she bolted down the garden path like an Olympic champion at the start gun. She quickened her pace to an all-out sprint, whilst the springing graceful steps of twenty miles earlier had long since disappeared. The slapping noise of her flip-flops resonated around the vandalised walls of the housing estate with a clanging echo. She didn’t know where she was nor did she know where she was heading; but she knew she had to get far away from him. Flashing in her eyes, an image of a wedding dress consumed her thoughts. She ...
Submitted to Contest #66
Happy is what I feel now, just being here makes me cry with joy. In life there are many lessons that you learn such as “be kind” or “live life to the fullest” and these are good life messages; but they weren’t mine that is because until the age of 14 I didn’t even have my own life. I grew up in the middle of Somalia: a destitute village with no mum just an inexorable dad. I can remember this day as vividly as anything else: it was the day that change my whole life. Walking home with the cattle, it caught my eye. A poster. As I walked...
Submitted to Contest #65
The boughs of the cemetery twisted like contorted bones, writhing in a silent scream. Beneath them lie the cold stones, each marking a dwelling place in which no-one is home. The innumerable flashing fragments shine in the brilliant wintry light, for today there is no weather; no wind, no cloud, just sub-zero temperatures. Even the leaf stems lie white and sharp. Ahead the path glistens like white quartz, yet ice crystals on weary concrete is all it is. He pauses, his breath rising in visible puffs, and then he remembers why he came; it...
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