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Submitted to Contest #179
Eleanor leaned in as the clock struck midnight and pressed her lips against Mark’s. It had been a long and tumultuous journey to get to this moment, but it had all been worth it. They had met three and half years ago at a coffee shop downtown. Eleanor had recently finished her law degree and was there to study for her bar exam. She sat at a table and nervously stared at her laptop, reviewing some bar test samples. Questions were tricky and hard to answer. And her anxiety level increased with each wrong answer she gave to a question. When El...
It had been over two months since Paul saw Laura last time. “Where is she? Is she Okay?” he asked himself, worried about her wellbeing. It is written in our genes to think about bad events when we don’t see a family member or friend or hear from them for an extended time. The closer the relationship, the greater our worry is. But Laura wasn’t his family or friend. Paul didn’t even know her real name. Laura was the nickname he had given her. More or less, it was about five years ago when Paul noticed Laura for the first time in the metro. H...
Submitted to Contest #156
The first thing Robert noticed was the damp smell of a tropical forest. A strange mixture of the scents of fresh plants and rotten leaves filled his nostrils. Though the mercury was in the mid-seventies, the excessive humidity made it hot. His forehead was covered with sweat beads, occasionally getting to his eyes, burning them like hell. He dried his forehead with his shirt’s sleeve. He felt the rough texture of the fabric on his skin. It was pitch black, and he could barely see more than a meter in front of himself, but he could sense heav...
Submitted to Contest #144
By seeing the garage sale sign in late Mr. Shepherd’s driveway, Michael slowed down his car and glanced into the garage on an impulse. It was packed. Obviously, Mr. Shepherd’s inheritors didn’t want to keep any of their father’s belongings, so they put them all in that garage for a quick sale. John Shepherd was a retired army colonel, and his wife Martha was a retired primary school teacher. And they lived two houses down the street from Michael’s home. Though they had never visited each other’s houses, they had frequently met on the stree...
Submitted to Contest #136
“Wake up, Karo. You have an important incoming call,” Sida, the voice in his head, said. “Who is it?” Karo asked with a sleeping voice. “It’s from the Planetary Union.” The name of Planetary Union made him fully awake. It was early in the morning, and his bedroom was still dark. He quickly checked the time via his Neuralink. He could have two extra hours of sleep before getting up for work. While annoyed by the untimely call, he accepted it. He was grumpy, but eager to find what the call was about. Instantly, a 3D motion picture formed in fr...
Submitted to Contest #134
“Sirah, Sirah,” a distant voice called her name.Sirah tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids were not in her command. They were heavy as if they were made of lead.“Sirah.”She heard her name again. Sirah was too exhausted to care and wanted to go back to sleep. She didn’t recall when she retired to bed. She had possibly had a good long sleep, but her weary body was still craving for slumber.“Wake up, Sirah,” the voice called again.“Who is calling my name?” Sirah asked herself. She didn’t recognize the voice. She was too tired to think straig...
‘Do you know Jack Prince is dead?’ Mike said while placing the saddle on his horse’s back. ‘Prince is dead! When did it happen?’ stunned Wyatt asked. ‘He was healthy and strong like a stallion.’ ‘Apparently, a lightning bolt struck the bastard while riding on the prairie. The force of the lightning disintegrated him and his horse into unrecognizable pieces.’ Mike stated happily. ‘The bastard finally met his justice.’ ‘It’s a bad way to die, even for Prince! So when did it happen?’ ‘The night before the last.’ ‘Two nights ago! But the sky was...
Submitted to Contest #103
A week after Abigail Whitaker’s funeral, her two children reluctantly began going through their mother’s belongings. To sell the valuables, donate usable items, and discard the rest. But it wasn’t an easy task. Abigail was a hoarder her entire life, and she couldn’t easily throw things away. She kept postcards, some of which belonged to sixty to seventy years ago. And like a zealot, Abigail kept all belongings of her late husband, who was listed as MIA in the Vietnam war decades ago. She loved her husband dearly and waited all her life, expe...
Submitted to Contest #102
It was the third time in a row Martin saw the man. A stranger that didn’t belong to that small community. First, he saw him at the local news agency, wearing a dark suit and tie, browsing the magazines. Then, he picked up a camping and caravan magazine, The RV Great Escape, and casually flipped through the pages. The man’s dress and demeanor didn’t match with a nature lover. He was a city born and bred person who knew nothing about nature, camping, and so RVs. He looked like a law enforcement agent, an undercover police detective, or FBI age...
Submitted to Contest #101
Even though it was long past midnight, Blake was still in the lab. He was anxiously checking their program for the next day’s experiment. It was once a lifetime experiment. If it was successful, it would change the world as we know it today. It could rewrite history. Blake imagined a world that had never experienced a war, a world without world wars one and two, a world that had never seen black death, Spanish flu, or other pandemics. Blake Appleton was an experimental physicist, and the next day’s experiment was his lifelong dream. Tomorrow...
The sound of the mobile phone alarm woke Darren up. It was still dark and the room freezing cold. It was a crime to leave the warm and cozy bed on that cold winter Monday morning. But Darren had a job, and there was no way to stay in bed and continue his sweet sleep. Darren was a graduate civil engineer and had recently secured his first job. And there were many more unemployed graduate civil engineers willing to fill his place if he loses his position. Therefore, he couldn’t afford to stay in bed and call sick and risk losing his job. He re...
Submitted to Contest #99
The antigrav taxi gradually descended and soon landed at the hotel’s arrival zone on its roof. The Golden Shrine Hotel was a tall, sixty-story tower. It initially was a residential building, but because of the large number of pilgrims visiting the planet and the holy shrine of Veron, the mausoleum of the Sora Veron, founder of the Veronist faith, a billionaire bought the tower and converted it to an upmarket hotel. There were a few parked antigrav cars and taxis in the hotel’s arrival zone. The taxi smoothly landed in front of the hotel’s ...
Submitted to Contest #93
Jemma lifted another disposable plastic cup from the floor and dropped it in the large purple rubbish bag she held. ‘This is the twentieth cup I collected!’ She said. ‘I didn’t count, but I guess I collected the same amount, and the floor is still littered with more cups and….’ Sam stopped and looked at the room’s dirty floor, then added, ‘and too many other things, spoons, forks, plates, food, a slice of pizza, and so on.’ ‘I wonder why they littered the floor and didn’t just put their empty cups on the tables?’ Jamma questioned. ‘And drop ...
Submitted to Contest #92
After a thorough examination of his eyes, which took a few hours, finally, Doctor Montgomery, a leading ophthalmologist in the country, said, ‘Mr. Carlisle, I have good news for you. After assessing your eyes’ conditions, I believe we have a high chance to restore your sight.’ ‘Is it possible? Doc.’ ‘With the current advancement in medicine, especially gene editing, we can correct your faulty genes and so let your eyes regenerate healthy photosensitive cells in your retina.’ ‘You mean, I can see again? Doc.’ ‘Yes. I should mention that this ...
Submitted to Contest #91
The library was quiet at that time of the morning, but soon patrons and students would arrive and disturb its tranquil atmosphere. Though people are usually quiet in a library, natural human activities such as the flutter of turning pages, the clatter of typing on the keyboard, the footfall of the patrons walking alongside the aisles, and occasional sneezing and coughing were all the noises that would irritate Peter’s sensitive ear. Peter couldn’t tolerate some types of noises. He was diagnosed having hyperacusis when he was just two year...
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