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Submitted to Contest #260
‘Honey, I need you to listen to me very carefully, okay?’ My mum led me to the side, out of the way of the rushing people, and squatted down so that she could look me straight in the eye. ‘It’s going to be busy inside, and I need you to stay close to me, do you understand? I don’t want to lose you.’ I nodded, distracted by all the things I could see in the shop window. ‘Look at me. This is very, very important. If you do lose sight of me, come right back here and wait for me. I will come and find you, okay? Now say it back to me, darling.’&n...
Submitted to Contest #252
Trigger warning: Sexual violence, mental health, physical violence, gore, abusive language, suicide, murder.My face was lit up by the screen of the telephone. I quickly found the app and switched off the alarm to the house. How silly, to have a security system that is controlled by phone. It’s even more silly to install electronic locks that you can open with – again – your phone. I closed the door behind me as softly as I could. I’d seen the floor plan of the house, and I knew where to go, but I also knew she’d had a panic room installed, ...
Submitted to Contest #251
This is not what I expected at all. I had expected it to be special, sure. A full moon setting at the exact time of the summer solstice was one of those things that only happens once in a thousand years. And it was even more exceptional that no one grasped how special it was: I’d had Carrowkeel to myself this night. I felt extraordinarily lucky.I’d prepared for the trip for months. Bought all the right clothing, sturdy shoes, camping gear and so on. I was as prepared as I could be, or so I thought. The only thing I couldn’t control was ...
Submitted to Contest #250
Chinese Whispers ‘Can you explain what happened?’ The police officer pushed a cup of tea towards me. ‘Surely Mr. Watts must have had a reason to punch you?’ I took a sip and winced; the hot liquid hurt my loosened molar. ‘I’m not sure I really know,’ I ventured cautiously. ‘You see, we were at this party…’***It was beautiful. The hall had been decorated in red and gold, with a magnificent paper dragon hanging from...
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