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Submitted to Contest #64
It’s dark. Not just dark, an impenetrable, oppressive darkness. You walk along a dirt road, your new white shoes squish into the mud and come up brown. But you cannot see this because of the impenetrable, oppressive darkness. A light looms in the distance on your left. It grows closer and closer as you squelch through the mud. The light morphs into a house as the distance diminishes. A small, wooden, two story house with a covered porch and a screen door. It sits in a dusty, tidy yard with a garden patch behind it and a picket fence in front...
Submitted to Contest #61
The display on my phone lit up. Linds. I sighed and hit the ignore button. I know what she wanted, she’d been pestering me for weeks. I wasn’t in the mood. I toss the phone onto the floor and continued to flip through the home and garden magazine. A moment later it began buzzing again. I continued reading about the latest home trends. Rattan furniture was making a come back, and macramé wall hangings. I guess the 70s are here to stay. I sighed and flipped to a different page. The window next to my head rattled. I jumped from my out stretched...
Submitted to Contest #60
Jany pulled open the cupboard. Inside were the usual bathroom items. It was untouched and not too dusty considering how long it had remained so. She grabbed the pill bottles first. There was an empty Tylenol, a bottle of multivitamins for seniors with only a couple left, and a small orange pill bottle with a pharmacy label. Jane grabbed for the last one and dumped one of the pills into her hand. Viagra. She immediately checked the bottle for an expiry date, it didn’t matter though. They were always expired. It was slightly more recent than t...
Submitted to Contest #58
“Are you sure we should sleep outside? It’s gonna be an awful lot of work to get the kids out there…” Nessa stood in front of the sliding glass door overlooking a damp lawn, with plants poking out of the shadows like a dangerous Amazonian jungle. The end of the yard narrowed into an over grown path which lead to a worn gate holding back blackness beyond. The house around her was dark and cold. She pulled her oversized gray cardigan tighter around her body and hunched down. “Pffft. The kids are gonna love it Nessa. You’re the one who is worr...
Submitted to Contest #57
“Now, Mrs. Wentworth. You said you wanted to make some changes to your will regarding your niece and nephew, is that correct?” The man speaking was a tall, broad chested middle aged man in a grey wool tailored suit and gray hair brushed in a comb over. “Yes Rowland, that is correct. Can you please read out what I previously had down for Fredrick and Beatrix?” Mrs. Wentworth was a small woman with short white curls and an oversized cable knit sweater. Her face was lined, but her eyes were bright and sharp. “Of course. To one Beatrix Wilhelmi...
Submitted to Contest #56
“Understood Sir, if they don’t cooperate I will take the necessary measures. Thank you sir, I am sure everything will go smoothly. I will call you with my report. Goodbye.” Laurie Baker hung up the phone. She stood outside a small windowed white office with the words ‘Ivy Press’ on the door in dark green. A large white table sat in the centre. On it were a bunch of mac books and a couple of desktops. There was an assortment of chairs and large exercise balls around the table with men and women perching on them. The two shorter walls housed g...
Submitted to Contest #55
“Pass me the salt please, Sara.” she gripped the salt and her grey eyes flashed. “Oh what, so you can use that up too?” “Sara…” “What? You don’t like being called out, do you? huh?” “I’m sorry about the cookies, Sara. I didn’t realize you were saving them… other times when there are cookies around we just eat them…” “Hmmph!” Sara turned away and looked out the window, brown hair swishing over her face as she moved. “I’ll get you some more cookies, okay? Promise!” her head whipped back around at the word ‘promise’ and steely grey eyes met ...
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