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Submitted to Contest #86
It was the faint buzzing in his ear that brought on the first flutters of consciousness. He could just about recall a vague dream about being at an airport, rushing to catch a flight he was already late for, and when the buzzing began, he felt his anxiety ease up a bit, as he realised he wasn’t really about to miss an important flight. But once his eyelids fluttered open and he tried to reach out reflexively to shut off the alarm, his true bearings dawned on him, and a new, much stronger wave of anxiety hit him like a tsunami. The pod w...
Submitted to Contest #66
Adam teetered at the cliff edge, looking down into the murky waters below. How ironic that something as silly as a fear of heights would mark his downfall. No, he wouldn’t let this be his Achille’s heel. Holding his breath and looking straight ahead just as he had practiced, he took off at a run and plunged off the edge of the cliff, instantly feeling the scream leave his mouth as his stomach plummeted with the apathetic force of gravity. Crashing on the waves below, he felt a mixture of relief along with the sting of his thighs hitting the ...
Submitted to Contest #65
“BOO!”She had been expecting Megan to pop out of nowhere as usual, but Dani jumped in spite of herself. “Damn girl, we’ve still got another 8 or so hours to get through and you’re already all jittery! You’re gonna lose this bet, you know that, right?”Megan’s head popped out from behind the cemetery wall. and Dani could see the trademark cheeky grin spreading across her face. She strode over to her, camera dangling from her neck like an extension of her being.“Who said it was a bet, again?”“We made a blood pact, remember? The one who wan...
Submitted to Contest #64
Reedside manor loomed large and empty at the end of the lane. Detached from the rest of the town and surrounded by vast expanses of fields on every side, it could have very easily been picked out of a Gothic novel and willed into life by an avid reader. There it had stood for centuries, in all its ominous glory and many agreed it was the stuff of ghost stories, a place where nightmares might take root. There was only one problem with Reedside manor - for all its pomp and character, it was, in reality, surprisingly unexceptional in subst...
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