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Submitted to Contest #302
Through is reflection in the glass case, Max stood motionless, studying the shoes. The upper, based on the Caesar Fiextra from the 2010s, specifically a limited run in partnership with Ted Bundy (the short lived rapper) was a mixture of fine Italian leather in lime and gray green, Styrofoam, and a band meant to emulate fish net stockings. Those could be rolled down, or pulled up to the knee, like Ted Bundy (the rapper) did at the Bonnaroo right before he was was murdered.The design lines were based on the extremely popular 2022 Cassius Retre...
Submitted to Contest #301
It wriggled across the sidewalk in front of her. She'd been stopped for a couple minutes now, waiting. Kate wasn't sure if it was covered in legs or hairs, but it didn't look like walking. It was wriggling, not inching. Maybe inching sideways, she considered.Whatever it was, it was pus white, bulging at the seams, and probably wriggling. Kate silently cheered as it passed the halfway point on the concrete slab. She'd become invested in the little guy. Had anyone else come by, they might have crushed the poor bug, popped it like a zit. Kate l...
Submitted to Contest #300
Brucey floored the clutch. It pushed back at first, but quickly gave way. The rumble of the engine muted as he finessed into fifth gear, releasing the clutch and pressing the gas. It felt so good, so real, on the dark open road. The purr of the engine traveled from the gearshift to Brucey's fingertips and up his whole arm. He had goosebumps.With his other hand, he rolled down the window. The air was still, so still he may have second guessed if he was driving at all. The pines, merely shadowy giants, along the lonely road rustled slightly bu...
Submitted to Contest #299
Squeak squeak. The pounding of the inflatable gavel spread through the tent like a chill in the air. Noses stopped honking, and the laughing hushed. A green-haired clown sprayed the row in front of her with seltzer and the whole tent exploded again.Squeak squeak. The gavel struck again. The clown in the long red and white striped robe stood from his seat at the back of the tent and squeaked the gavel right into his hand. Then he moved about the tent, squeaking it into the walls of the tent as he went. The hush built up again.The robed clown ...
Submitted to Contest #298
Freddy slipped on his loafers as silently as possible in the dark. He put on his beanie and grabbed his gloves. It was only six in the morning, so it was probably still chilly out. Freddy looked back down the hall at the clock, six o'two. He better hurry.He gently turned the knob and pushed out the front door, moving even slower where he knew the hinge squeaked. He should probably get some WD-40 while he's there, he thought. He squeezed through the small gap he made and as he was closing the door, a glimmer caught his eye on the other side.L...
Submitted to Contest #297
"Take the right exit in one hundred feet.""Fuck," Geraldine swerved right across three lanes of traffic in an instant."Fuck," she said again in a much shakier voice as she bumped along the highway grooves.The exit was backed up, bumper to bumper. A car in the lane to her left let out a long angry honk and it dodged her. Geraldine looked to her right to the driver not letting her in. The windows were tinted, she could barely make out the silhouette. She could tell the silhouette was looking in her direction. She sped up and wedged herself in ...
Submitted to Contest #295
Denny checked her watch again. It was five o'five. The cafe door jingled as someone walked it. Denny leaned out passed the tables blocking her view. A man leaned out across from her, and continued to block her view. He seemed to be looking right through her.Denny turned around and then back at the man. There was nothing behind her. She furrowed her brow as she leaned out more from her seat to get a look at the new customer. She caught a glimpse of a yellow purse. Nash would have something like that. But she couldn't see the person, her view ...
Submitted to Contest #291
"Do you think they left it unlocked?" asked the freckled girl."No clue, they weren't very responsive," said the long-eyelashed girl."I'll go check," hurried the girl wrapped in a blanket. "It's locked," she despaired while jiggling the handle a few more times."Don't break it," said Eyelash. "This place is ancient.""Certainly looks it," murmurred Freckle."Well, that is what we're here for, but it's freezing." Blanket was dancing impatiently. "And I have to pee. Do you think there's plumbing in this...""That's what they said, but I think we ne...
Submitted to Contest #289
Carol fiddled with her watch. It was almost ten o'clock."Donna, you there?"It was a gift from her mom, all she had left. Carol wiped the face, ashamed she'd let it get dirty at all. She licked her thumb and buffed out a smudge."Barkeep! Hey Donna, you're looking low. Want another?"The numbers were starting to dim. Carol gave the watch a soft tap on the side."It's solar powered.""I know," Carol finally responded. She looked up at Jimmy. His eye let out a little twitch, as if the gaze he'd been begging for stung."Are you bored of this place al...
Submitted to Contest #288
"How are you feeling today?""We've got another storm on the way, I'd wrap up if I were you.""Really?" exclaimed Murr looking around. “There's not a cloud in sight.”"I feel it, Murr," Ansel slapped his knee. "This dang arthritis has never steered me wrong. I feel a big one on the way.""Well if you're sure Ansel, I'm going get a move on. Thanks for the warning." Murr pulled out a stack of envelopes and a small package from his mail bag and handed them over."Thanks," Ansel began flipping through his letters."No problem. I hate to be nosey, but ...
Submitted to Contest #287
"I couldn't remember if we said outside. It's good to see you, Beth."Gertrude wore a yellow rain jacket though there was only a two percent chance of rain, hours from now. Beth looked her up and down trying to bury her grin. Gertrude always overprepared for everything."It's good to see you too, dear."Beth stood up from the rickety table and they embraced. The hug wasn't as warm as she would have liked, thanks to the rain jacket."You do know there's a very low chance of rain Gerry?""I know, I know," Gertrude laughed it off as she place the ja...
Submitted to Contest #286
"I've been having the dream again." "What is it honey?" Gregitichi roled over to the sound of his lovely wife. "Gale, I dreamt I was an egg again." Galitchi furrowed her fluffy white face. Her long ears bent forward. She did that when she pretended to understand what she was hearing. "The egg dream," she echoed. Maybe he hadn't mentioned it, maybe he was getting old. Maybe she'd forgotten. They were both getting old. Gregitchi ran his hand over her fuzzy bent ear. "The egg dream, where I die and return as an egg." "I would miss you," Ga...
Submitted to Contest #284
Hoo! Hoo!Brandon looked out his bedroom window. The setting sun radiated pink through the leafless trees as it crashed into the horizon. It was pinker than usual, or maybe Brandon hadn't caught the sunset in a while. He always meant to watch it, everyday, but it slipped by.Brandon rolled away from the nuclear explosion of pink. The clock his mom got him for his twenty-third birthday projected the time onto the ceiling. His eyes adjusted to the dim blue numbers: five PM exactly.It was handy, Brandon thought, but is this what his mom envisione...
Submitted to Contest #283
Surrounding them were decorations of all kinds. The silver-suited nutcrackers reminded Roger of his grandfather's quartet. He wished Delilah had had a chance to meet him, and hear them sing the Montana Hop. The Silver Foxes almost made it to the Barbershop Quartet Championship one year. Roger also wished he had a close knit group like his grandfather, close enough to form a quartet even. Not that he would, or that he was a very good singer.Looking across the dimly lit table Roger's eyes’ pupils dilated as they fell upon Delilah, the love of ...
Submitted to Contest #280
The card was heavy. I turned it over and back again, the iridescent coating hypnotic. The image of freshly made malt balls rolling down a conveyer came solidly into form. I’m hungry.I turned the card over again. A zebra, a mother, slows her pace so that the lion would take her instead of her foal, her baby. The lion sinks his fangs into the back of her neck and she buckles into the dirt. Gruesome.I turned the card one last time. It's an old man, not too old. Early seventies? He's in a warm-lit room facing away. Now I see, he's painting. It's...
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