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Submitted to Contest #46
"A package?" Ahmed's voice floated in under Dacon's door from the front room. Dacon shook himself awake, always having one earbud out due to paranoia, on the bottom mattress of his bunk bed. Sweeping the black-out curtains rigged to the frame aside, he strode towards the door. He cracked it open and stared at his distant grand nephew's back. He took a step into the hall, but the sun hadn't fully set yet, and his skin began to crawl as the ambient sunlight washed across him. "Kya yeh mera hai??" Dacon hissed in Hindi. Ahmed pretended...
Submitted to Contest #44
"I can't take the job, I have a really embarrassing tattoo... under my shirt," Connor admitted, sipping his light beer and averting his gaze from the glowing smartphone screen Josef was waving in his face."Really? I didnae think ya had any ink. Still, Conna, it's 2020. No one's gonna care if ya got like a skull or a sexy lady on a car hood or ya mama's name-.""Why do they need a lifeguard anyway? I thought we were all supposed to be staying in, on account of what China did," Connor leaned to the side, following the path of the oscillating fa...
Submitted to Contest #43
‘Twasn't the Night Before Christmasor Account of an unexpected Visit from St. Nicholasinspired by the poem 'Twas the NIght Before Christmas' byMajor Henry Livingston Jr. (1748-1828)(previously believed to be by Clement Clarke Moore) Written bySynia Sidhe‘Twas the night before July 5th, when all through the houseAir Conditioners were whirring, so no one would grouse;Fireworks boomed and sparkled in the air,It was almost midnight, but tonight no one would care; Except for two children stubbornly wrapped in their beds,Twins...
Submitted to Contest #42
2020 A.D. A jet-black convertible sped towards the locked gates. "Sweetiepie, no! I have the combination!" "No time." The driver graveled, before the car plowed into the gate, knocking it down. "Medea Suzanna Mettle!" 1980 A.D. "Look kiddo," Henry, a 47 year old college Administrative assistant to a now bankrupted college, tossed something old to his son. "An instrument, just like you wanted." Clark, his teenage son, caught it. He turned it in his hands. "What the hell, is this a recorder? Dad, I'm not in fourth grade....
Shortlisted for Contest #41 ⭐️
I drag my trunk through the cool sunset orange water of the lake. The golden tassels dangling over both sides spread out on the surface like the legs of waterbugs. I swing left and right. The bug legs scurry in formation, like humans on parade. THWACK I jerk my trunk up and flecks of water fly over the sand, darkening where they land like blood drops. As usual Gavith is standing near the line of stinging flesh on my side; he has a stick. He's my handler and has been for three years, I see him everyday and he hits me everyday. What is u...
Submitted to Contest #40
“Do you think he’s going to shoot her?” Matt hissed in Jersey’s ear. They huddled between the firewood and the ice cooler. Nacho cheese and gasoline mingled together in that distinct perfume that belonged only to a gas station. Jersey crumped his five-dollar bill back into his pocket, plans of getting slushies on this hot summer day thwarted by the robbery currently taking place. “We should go, right? While we can?” Matt asked. “He would have shot us, if we’d been inside.” Jersey growled; his gaze flicked over to hi...
Submitted to Contest #39
It wasn't a bunch of different disparate parts like the alien ships in a science-fiction movie. Agent Durer could see why writers and artists would think that it would be. He could also see the International Space Station, with its inelegant fans of solar panels jutting out to either side like wings on a bird that just kept flapping without ever getting off of the ground. That was the pinnacle of human technology and space exploration for now, and considering current events, always would be. But presuming it was the best another sentie...
Submitted to Contest #38
It would have been more pleasant to awaken with a slap. At least a sting in my cheek would be something I could understand, fight against, follow-up and put a stop to so it wouldn't happen again the next night. But I didn't wake up to a slap; I woke up with a gasp, ripping from my throat and leaving me airless as if I had fallen into an icy river. My skin rolled with goose-bumps. I stared at my ceiling, lungs burning. The streetlight that bled through my curtains cut Brutalist geometry across it in a gray paler than the dim shadows around it...
Submitted to Contest #37
2004 Pine needles crunched underfoot as Jersey approached the row of trees. His trailer park had been built outside of city limits for tax reasons, but Jersey was only thirteen and didn’t know about all that. What he knew was that civilization ended past the scattered plastic flamingos in the Gomez’s backyard. Beyond the artificial avian sentries the evergreens had already hidden the sinking sun behind their speared tips. Bloody veins marbled the bruise purple sky above. “Matt?” Jersey whisper-shouted, cupping his hand to the side ...
Submitted to Contest #36
March 2nd 1995 I turned eight today! I am so happy. My birthday was so amazing. Normally we have a party at my house but because we had bugs in our hair last month ( Lice, l-i-c-e, like rice and even smaller!!!! ) mom let me have it at the Extreme Fun Palace at the small mall with the laser guns and the arcade cabinets and the trampolines! My brother has a huge bruise on his arm from where he fell on the metal, hahahaha. I got the cake and pizza! And soda too! Mom doesn't like me to have soda but she let me have it today because it...
Submitted to Contest #35
Connor suffered from paranoia with a pinch of schizophrenia and often obsessed about how everyone was plotting against him. Everyone except for Josef, his best friend. At least, he trusted Josef to have his back, until this very moment. The wiry muscles in his arms trembled behind the sloppily wrapped present as he pulled it back towards his body. His scarred face contorted with a frown. "You didn't get me a present?" Connor eyed the package as he ran a calloused thumb over the shiney paper. Josef sagged, wringing out the back of his b...
Submitted to Contest #34
"Thank you Governor What's-Her-Face." Katsuhiro stretched as he woke up naturally around noon. His job had been closed indefinitely in wake of the Governor's quarantine orders, and he would finally have time to make a dent in his 'to-play' pile of video games. He'd self-identified as a 'Gay-mer' since the Aughts, but had been so busy working since barely squeaked through high school graduation he hardly had time to play any new titles, and even if he did pick a new game up, that'd be the ONLY thing he played since they were all so huge these...
Submitted to Contest #33
"What's the matter?" Dacon slurped around the milky noodles as he eyed Nessa, which made his already thick accent almost unintelligible. If Nessa hadn't acclimated to his voice after spending hours every night talking to him until she fell asleep over the phone, she'd have no idea what he was saying. Nessa poked at her meatball, which caused it to roll off of the heap of spaghetti and into the moat of mariana around the noodles. Someone using the drink fountain kicked the leg of her chair, jostling her. Dacon held his fork out like a s...
Submitted to Contest #32
I overheard their names as they quietly argued waiting to be seated. Sarah’s mood swirled stormily as she sat down at my table, that much was evident by the way her eyebrows furrowed and her lips drooped. When my pinkie finger graced Sarah’s elbow I saw her memory from an hour ago, when her boyfriend Robert had asked her out to eat at this swanky restaurant only two days after insisting he couldn’t afford to go on a state-hopping trip to attend her sister’s baby shower. I made a mental note to avoid mentioning trips or ...
Submitted to Contest #27
The train’s shrill whistle was a javelin through the heart of serenity.Percy stretched awake, his long fingernails scraping against the interior of the crate.“Eduardo?” He hissed. “Miguel? Sam?” His vassals should be enticing him back to the world of the living with honey-blood tea right now. He pulled the release handle with one hand and pushed at the lid of the crate with the other. It didn’t open. Something on top of his bed rattled.“Oi,” Percy puffed, rubbing his throbbing eyes. “For all the trips for me to end up in a luggage pile, it h...
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