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Submitted to Contest #102
It was dark under the bridge. My foot slipped on the dead rat, it's thin, sharp, yellow teeth looked up at me. A chilling revulsion welled up inside me, coming to a balled-up halt in my throat, just short of a scream. Blood was on my Clarke's black leather bar shoe and I suspected guts were ingrained under the sole. I didn't look. I began to run. The rat's teeth chased me down the years and are still never far behind. Mrs Briggs wouldn't have cared if the rat had leaped up and bitten my six year-old face, gnawing off my little slightly ...
The Cloning of Malcolm Brent, Malcolm Brent. Malcolm Brent was a unique individual. His mother had told him that pretty much every day since the day he was born. Malcolm's Dad had left home when Malcolm was four years old mainly because he couldn't cope with his son's unique individuality and partly because he couldn't cope with the way his wife embraced it. At school, learning support assistants would say, "Well Malcolm, when they made you, they certainly broke the mould." Malcolm always wondered whether it had been him who had broken the...
Submitted to Contest #90
But they'd all gone. Even Andrew. She tried to turn it over in her mind. What did they all have in common? Had something happened years, maybe decades ago, that had linked them all? Dead bodies were not a common sight until this week. This morning she had walked past thirty-nine corpses before she stopped counting and started crying. There was something about a significant number that was playing on her mind, from a book people used to read before it was banned for being politically incorrect and divisive. Her brain had already been racked b...
Submitted to Contest #88
Chapter One The three little pigs lived on an island in the middle of a huge lake. They had moved there because they were afraid of being eaten by big bad wolves. They had each built a bungalow made of bricks. None of the bungalows had chimneys. The three pigs were very happy on their island until....... one day. A little girl with golden hair came to play on the banks of the lake. She peered through her binoculars and saw the three pigs on the island. “Hey you three pigs!”, yelled Goldilocks, “Come over and play with me!” “No”...
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