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Submitted to Contest #292
She pressed a hand to her mouth as a particularly loud sob escaped. The walls in her college house were thin and she preferred her three friends she shared it with didn't hear her breakdowns. Her back thumped lightly against the wall as she let her legs go limp, sliding down the solid surface. With every gasping breath, every tear that slipped down her face, her body shuddered. The hour always seemed to go by too fast, time lost to the tightness in her chest, the foggy panic in her mind.Marley scheduled an hour in her week to cry. Thursdays ...
Submitted to Contest #290
“Stop,” she pushed off the hands that gently cupped her face. “Why are you acting like this, Fel?” “Because you're being crazy,” she threw her hands up, eyes wide. “I am not being crazy. I love you, you love me, it’s worth–” “Shut up. Shut up, do you want to get us killed?” Felicity hissed, stepping toward him as her gaze swiveled around, searching for anyone who may have overheard them. No one was around, she knew that. They were miles from the Federation border and civilization with nothing but trees, grass, and blue sky. When Connor...
Submitted to Contest #270
Tink, tink, tink.The dark liquid dripped from the machine into the glass pot. A few splotches already coated the bottom in a thin layer speckled with grounds. The murky liquid bled into the darkness that engulfed the kitchen. “Margie, come to bed.”“What time is it?” She didn’t turn from the pot in front of her.“It’s three in the morning, sweetie. Come to bed.” Creak, creak, creak.He stopped just behind her. Margie turned with a sigh, leaning against the counter. He dipped his chin to look at her, dark brows furrowed, the corners of...
Submitted to Contest #269
Len Fardova had always loved beautiful things. Which was why the mask across the street had caught his attention.He had nearly been hit by a car, dashing across the middle of the road. He tripped over the back of his trench coat as he waved a sorry hand at the driver.The driver made a less-than-kind gesture in return.Panting, Len pressed his hands against the display window, fogging it with his breath. A cheap yellow awning hung overhead, the neon from the sign above casting a weird glow over the space. The shop was dark.Rain-dampened strand...
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