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Submitted to Contest #216
I can hardly remember the last time I was here. It must’ve been awhile. God, I look back at this place fondly. So many happy and tragic memories here. Most I’d rather not remember, hence why I can hardly recall this place in a lot of detail. The only thing that I do recall that’s never changed is that sweet scent of dark roast. My favourite. I always used to get it black, iced, and with a fruit muffin on the side. Their bakery was great as well. Nothing better than a fresh baked muffin on a Moody Monday. The smell of fresh baked ...
Submitted to Contest #215
The clock struck twelve and chimed out an eerie trill of notes. The song that played on the clock sent shivers down my spine. Each note slightly out of tune and overlapping with one another in some sort of chaotic melody. 'Midnight has come, the moon has risen. The time is neigh. The rules are simple,' I heard a voice boom out throughout the dusty old house. The walls looked as if they were falling apart, the flood boards curled and peeling up. 'Just don't get caught. Have fun.' Each syllable was just as long and drawn out as the last to add...
Submitted to Contest #214
'Come on, James, we've got to get going.' 'But dad, Remus says he's got a bad feeling about the trip. I think we should trust him.' 'Remus is just trying to put a damper on a good time. Come on, kiddo, hop in.' James shook his head and held his arms in a hug against his chest. James' mom grabbed one of his hands and swung in front of him, crouching on the steps. 'It's okay, sweetie, nothing bad is gonna happen as long as we're together.' She winked and touched the tip of his nose lightly with her fingertip. James let out a little giggle and ...
Submitted to Contest #213
Walking into the hospital's in-patient ward to meet with my dying ill mother, I walked up to the front desk, with a porcelain-looking woman, with perfectly cut hair, each curl curled to perfection. Not a hair out of place. Her outfit was prim and well-kept. It suctioned to her almost like a body suit or spray-on latex. I couldn’t quite believe what I was looking at. She almost looked so real. A shiver ran down my spine at the thought of a carbon copy of a real human being standing before him. Most hospitals now had AI at their front desks to...
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