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Submitted to Contest #311
**Contains sensitive content: substance abuse, physical violence** LJ descended from the top floor of 31 Gilliam St. to get rent from everyone below. Today he was in a rush. He needed to collect before they came. He'd been given control of the twelve apartments within—ten livable—by the “friends” he ran with. The deal was he could keep half of the money, so LJ didn’t miss a dime. The hallway reeked of stale cigarettes. LJ stepped over an empty beer can and knocked on unit 204. It was home to an ailing woman, Ira, and her son. “Rent.” Ira’s v...
Submitted to Contest #310
It was an awful day. Selene picked up an extra shift after one of the waitresses called in sick. Despite the extra money, she hated missing her writing time. Normally, she would spend the evening writing by Montgomery Pond, in the park near her apartment, on her laptop. That was where she’d written her first book, By Grace of Night, draft after draft. Last month, it had finally been published. A dream come true—but Selene never felt at ease. The rent was still due, and the book wasn’t selling. She spent her work breaks and late nights refres...
Submitted to Contest #305
There was death all around the camp. To his left, Private Harris saw two soldiers piling sand into a grave containing five bodies. One of those bodies was his good friend, Private Jackson, who had saved his life on more than one occasion. Behind him stood a cliff where vultures pecked at the decayed carcass of an onyx. To his right was the captain’s tent.Harris held Jackson’s dog tag. They were both so far from home. They’d come thousands of miles to stir up trouble in a desert no one cared about. When Jackson told him that he had snuck arou...
Submitted to Contest #304
I was stretched out like a starfish on my bed—a fitting metaphor, since I was drying up in the hot sun. I still had on my wrinkled formal clothes from work. I stared out of the window, trying to think of a funny premise for a story.But the day was too powerful—the brilliant sun, the beautiful sky, the cheerful people talking in the distance, the busy street, and finally, the loathsome hint of lilacs that floated through the window (damn that landlady). I couldn't think!But there was a saving grace—I could already see, out of the corner of my...
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