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Submitted to Contest #288
The hair on the back of Gareth’s neck stood up moments before a crackling arc of green light struck the nearby streetlight. He swerved the car to the right, his instinct for preservation taking control. Jerking the steering wheel back to the left, he heard the groan of the wheels as they spun clods of dirt over the nearby fence bordering a field of corn days away from harvest. Teresa screamed from the back of the car, flinging herself over Matthew, secure in his car seat. The car bumped awkwardly back onto the tarmac before finally stea...
Submitted to Contest #154
“Professor Delorian, why does it matter which theory may or not be correct?” asked Trainee Patterson, adjusting his tie self-consciously as all the eyes in the lecture hall stared at him, some judging his good looks, others scoffing at the ignorance of the question, while those closest to him nodded their heads in solidarity. Even here, in a place that shouldn’t exist, the cliques of yesteryear still somehow held sway. The professor, a tall woman with short hair just starting to turn gray, looked up from her lectern mid-speech and took off...
Submitted to Contest #153
Trigger warning: Physical violence, suicidal thoughts.The story of Conroy McFabb always begins the same way, with blood.The walk home from school along the dusty country road wasn’t inherently dangerous, but the older boys who traveled up and down its dirt contours turned it into a battlefield from which Conroy wouldn’t always emerge unscathed. On one particular day, his fourteenth birthday, his mother had given some extra coins to buy one of those buttery corns the bag lady roasted once a week outside their school. But Conroy decided that w...
Submitted to Contest #152
“Hey, look over there! Come on, we have to try it!” Gabby snaked her arm through Jake’s and he reluctantly let her pull him into the musty tent. Strung-up purple lights and strong incense greeted them as they stopped to let their eyes adjust to the dim interior. “Greetings,” said a withered, almost imperceptible voice from the back. “Come closer and let Madame Gedau dispel the illusions that cloud the truth.” Jake didn’t move, however, holding Gabby back as she started moving forward. “Maybe we should sit this one out. I’m rather fond of ...
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