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Submitted to Contest #324
Mom left me here forty-nine minutes ago, according to the calculator watch I won this spring selling magazine subscriptions to help fund the middle school marching band trips. It’s hot in here. With the windows up it’s smothering, like in my galvanized steel fort that Dad calls a “shed” and keeps putting yard equipment in. With the windows cranked down, it’s like sticking my face in the fireplace insert fan. Dry, blasting gusts. At the moment, I’ve decided on down in the back, up in the front. Like my hair. Another wheat truck zooms by, rock...
Submitted to Contest #323
I wake to the sound of nothing, which isn’t right. Something’s different in the house. Time check: 4:55 am. I roll over, the tormented ghost of yesterday’s workout haunting my shoulder. Matt’s on his stomach, one bare foot jutting over the side of the bed, the other on my side, arms doing the “Y” of the YMCA dance, face entirely engulfed in the pillow. I’ve never understood how he’s able to breathe like this. This is how they murder people in movies. So I wait, monitoring for signs of life. My jaw tightens, jamming my night guard too snugly ...
Submitted to Contest #321
~now~ The only reason I came home after nearly twenty years is Shelby warned me Mom and Dad are threatening to take me out of their will. “Your ass is helping me move them out of this shithole,” she said. “Or I stop talking them out of disowning you.” So here I am. Shelby “makes me useful” by assigning me to recycling duty. Dad’s nowhere to be found, but Mom is puttering around in her threadbare dressing gown, taking things out of my hands and putting them back where I found them. Shelby’s husband is here, too, supplying me with my recommend...
Submitted to Contest #320
Three weary adventurers came upon a clearing in the forest, a flat, sunny piece of land just up the bank from the river they were following, and agreed it was an ideal location to rest for the night. The sun was well past its zenith, so they presently set about clearing the loose brush and collecting rocks for the fire. While rolling out her bedroll, one of the travelers noticed a small patch of loose earth. Something buried. She peeked over her shoulder at the others. They were companions of convenience, having met along the river path and ...
Submitted to Contest #319
I am my actions alone. I do as I am bid. Will is an illusion. There is no resolve but the Patron’s.~~~ I exist where once I did not. The Patron crouches four meters from me, her eyes half-lidded, stroking her blonde hair with a gloved hand. Four members of her party stand behind her: a ruddy-cheeked dwarf mining a non-precious substance from her ear; a stooped, balding elf with thick spectacles poised on the tip of his aquiline nose, peering at the door behind me; a human woman, composed but grim, with voluminous orange hair swept up and bo...
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