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Submitted to Contest #325
Strips of daylight pierce through a crack in the curtains, dragging me awake. My mouth snaps open and closed, trying to summon moisture as my throat burns for water. My head throbs with a thick, heavy ache and I feel anchored, chained to the bed. I scan the array of fading yellow stars on the white ceiling above me and a small wave of relief washes over my paralysed body. It’s real. I’m still in my room. I need water desperately. Attempting to move, I muster no more than a few wiggles at the tips of my fingers and toes. Scanning the rest of ...
Submitted to Contest #324
“And who do you imagine will come to rescue you from this desolate little town, dear?” “My future husband, duh!” she retorted. It had always been the same answer. “Good gracious, Cassandra.” A mirthless laugh escaped from the woman across from her, “I sure wish I shared the same assurance in the future.” She sighed, taking a sip from her tea. “But I’ve never been one for fruitless fantasies. The charming notion that life will sort itself out if you simply wish hard enough belongs in the same realm as unicorns and fairies - delightful, but h...
Submitted to Contest #322
8:52am His knuckles turn white as he tightens his grip on the steering wheel. “For fuck’s sake.” It’s bumper to bumper and he hasn’t moved in three minutes. Reaching for the file on the passenger seat, he goes over the details again. This could be a huge account for him. A huge commission. A horn blasts from behind. “Shit!” He jumps, flicking the file aside and launches up the ramp a further five metres or so. The top level is now in view, but it’s not looking promising. He taps a rhythm onto his thighs and stretches his neck to see if the c...
Submitted to Contest #293
Unexpected Turbulence I catch myself staring into the bright blue space of nothingness as I instinctively prepare another cup of tea. Balancing myself with a wide stance, the tea swoops up around the cup teasing a spill as I manage to place it down for the woman in 12D. Her legs stretch out in front of her as she makes the most of the emergency exit row. I move down the next few rows, filling plastic cups with water and stale coffee. My mind is once again invaded with their final words to me, “You're just asking for it now being another...
Submitted to Contest #292
My orange mug and me My knees crack as I let my weight fall onto the soft cool leather and reach down to the leaver, pulling up my foot rest to level. A deep inhale gathers as I cross my feet before I release my breath bringing the morning cup of goodness to my lips. A familiar savoury flavour with a touch of sweetness (half a teaspoon of sugar to be exact) fills my mouth before it moves on to warm my chest. All these years, it is still my favourite ritual. Although the surroundings while executing this routine have changed dramatically alo...
Submitted to Contest #138
When Winter Came When winter came it smothered the town in a tsunami of ice. Darkness flooded into every corner and rain dampened every surface. It was cold, very cold. The townsfolk hadn’t seen the sun in well over a year now, and they longed for it more than anything. She herself had become as cold as the winter, as hard as ice and invisible like a ghost, but oh was she still near. Her majesty’s presence was unmistakably felt amongst the bitter frost and depressing days in the dark. Of course, she could make it summer...
Submitted to Contest #131
So much to catch up on The pungent smell of freshly poured pints soaked the air of the quirky subterranean pub. It was just after 5pm on a Thursday and officially acceptable to get on the piss. Groups of young bantering colleagues stumbled in like it was the start of a big Saturday night. London’s busy traffic hummed above the dark ceiling, slightly shaking the drop-down brass lights which desperately needed a dusting. ACDC tunes played from an old school jukebox stationed over by the one street level window. Arthur, or more professionally k...
Submitted to Contest #130
The Locked Door There once was a curious little boy who was an absolute delight to be in the company of. Eyes so bright they outshine the sky and a smile so wide and contagious it’d make grumpy Uncle Bob crack a grin. Young in age and young in spirit, he sought out adventure as any other kid would. He was always determined to uncover mysteries of this beautiful house he called home. In this peaceful home lived an elegant mum of a giddy little boy and his name was Thomas. His toes spread out across the cold wooden floor as he stretche...
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