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Submitted to Contest #311
“And there… tam… they cut off my bag, u menya otrezali sumku,” Patrick translated into Russian, speaking with a thick Irish accent. “Took the money, vzyali dengi, the documents, dokumenty…”He was a little drunk but tried hard to pronounce the Russian words clearly — and to tell his story about visiting Russia. “That’s terrible,” I said, patting him on the shoulder sympathetically. “Only, if they ot-rezali, that means they cut it off — took the whole bag. But if they took out the money, then they must have cut into it — made a hole —raz-rezal...
Submitted to Contest #310
The story contains description of verbal abuse, violence, mental health issues and self-harm He was yelling at me—it felt like someone was hammering nails into my skull. I was bad, bad, bad in every possible way. Not a good mother. My children were neglected. The house was a mess. The food was either uncooked or cooked wrong. The dishes were left unwashed—or washed, but not well enough. And this, despite the fact that I worked just as much as he did—often even more. I earned more, too. But still, I was the only bad one. He made sure to tell ...
Submitted to Contest #309
Eli woke to a terrible noise. Someone behind the wall was trying to play Tartini’s Devil’s Trill. Just great. Why wasn’t that little talentless brat tackling Paganini instead? Unbelievable.He didn’t immediately remember where he was, but the rumble of a streetcar outside dragged him back to the grim reality of existence: he was in Odessa, in his mother’s apartment. His tour had gone to hell thanks to that idiotic global quarantine, and Italy was now off-limits—for God knows how long.The violin on the other side of the wall kept screeching ou...
Submitted to Contest #308
“Are you going to cry on my shoulder or what?” the bartender asked.“What’s the point?” I shrugged, looking down.“Just human interaction,” the bartender said as he wiped another champagne flute. He arranged them in a sparkling row. Then his finger glided along the golden rim of one, and the flute emitted a divine moan.“Okay, here’s your interaction,” I sighed. “My wife left me for my best friend. They took our money and the business.”“Ouch!” he said. “It sucks!”“Yeah… Today, I’ve lost everything.”“Not everything,” the bartender replied. “You’...
Submitted to Contest #307
The spaceship trembled slightly, and cadet Simone Raven opened her eyes. She was always anxious about everything that happened to the shuttle, especially now. The first independent flight into deep space was also the final exam. Two cadets without an instructor: the situation is no joke. It made her nervous, despite of her significant number of flying hours. Was it real or not — this strange vibration? Or was it just a result of the unrest of recent days? This was their first time jump to another stellar system, and she was still going thro...
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