Steve Alink

“What the hack, Paul” by Steve Alink

Paul Crisp wiped out the latest sketch of the building. Tired of all his trials and devastated about the errors. The client had asked for a modern building, a house that would set a higher standard amongst the clients’ friends. Paul had met the client at a small party of one of his freelancer friends. The interior designer Joe Mansing had a housewarming party for a client of his. It had been busy, already at the parking. Far too few spots for all the impressive cars. Most from the city, looking at their plates. Too worried that the bad weath...

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“Wall with a story” by Steve Alink

Submitted to Contest #74

Vacation is over. No more holiday. No more long plays in the backgarden or on the streets. Tabril had loved it. To explore the world in his neighborhood. Tall houses each housing lots of families with persons working in the nearby sausage factory. Earning just enough to live on the edge. Most of the houses reflected the state of the wallet of the owners. Painting to be done, broken windows, doors with additional locks. On occasion a house in a bright color as if the paint was an extra special bargain at Walmart's. Some of the houses had base...

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“Lights Out” by Steve Alink

Submitted to Contest #58

Sonny is just like you. Wouldn’t you want to leave a mark on this great planet of ours? Something that would be spoken about for years or even decades? He has this dream to become famous, to be one along the line of presidents, peace makers and Hollywood stars. His parents have noticed it and played the advocates of the devil by saying that he would not be famous at all as he just didn’t have the background. ‘What background, why would I need one? I’ll create one myself. Stronger, I’m my background.’ He thought while staring at his start scr...

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“Saving Giles” by Steve Alink

Submitted to Contest #57

The attention exhausted Didier Doman beyond his normal fatigue. Jason was back in his town were he had been bourn and raised. Les Ormes 12 in Clelles. A village name that nobody knew, a street that even the other inhabitants of Clelles tried to forget it existed. He had played with his brother around the gloomy farm. His mother always busy trying to keep it clean, but it was way too much for her. Didier’s father rented himself to the farmers in the neighbourhoods. He brought home a little money that allowed them to live for another day or tw...

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“Cultivating the secret” by Steve Alink

Submitted to Contest #55

Taking a roundabout with five exits put Manon in a prolific mood. This was the second one that she encountered in her trip to her brother. As every year they and their siblings would join each other in respect for their parents. Only once out of the 18 times she had missed the weekend. That was when a storm had split a tree near her house right in the middle. It resulted in one half being on the road and the other half on top of an old shed in the back of her garden. Manon called the organising sibling, for that year it was Cloé her youngest...

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