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Submitted to Contest #292
Those Eyes of MineThe machine beeped. Boiled and seethed. I pressed the button, and water leaked, filling the cup to its brim. A cup of coffee, pure. I opened the window wide, letting the breeze tingle the fuzz on my nape. Sat beneath it, picked up the cigarette from the ashtray that had burned lonely for so long that the ash stretched from its tip almost to the cotton, forming a bridge undisturbed by its weight. I shook it off and pulled on it. The taste of burned butt dominated the tobacco tang. The coffee cleansed it. Drops from the drizz...
Submitted to Contest #291
Prey Combustion filled hearts pumping hot oil, lubricating the fists of force, feasting on octane, and discharging the excess from the resulting labor. Staring at those machines, I was reminded of my childhood and the toys I used to play with-soldiers, cars, dolls… The figures that used to bend and be positioned to quench my imagination were my favorites. Fights, both physical and verbal, instilled life in the plastic, boosting my visions into a pseudo-reality where heroes fought villains in daily episodes. Off-brand, nameless toys with rand...
Submitted to Contest #256
Perspiration lay thick over my brow, dripping and drooling on my burly body, succumbing to the damp despair as the seconds ticked by, tilting tirelessly to the rhythm of the night. Perceptive and intuitive, I observed my opponent, a lanky animal with quickness to match, dipping, peeking , and baiting with false openings. The universe uttered its lullaby, predetermined moves, strings strung on a straw doll, unfolding before my very eyes. I could see the blood vessels beneath his moon-kissed skin, read his brain as if it were naked, perceiving...
Submitted to Contest #255
Trigger Warning: This story contains graphic depictions of self-harm, suicide, and intense emotional distress.The knife ripped the skin above Alise’s wrist, pulling it apart like the stretched strings of a violin, one by one, string by string, paving a road for the cascading crimson rivers to pour down and drown the sanguine room out of its misery.Her contralto voice parched, vocal cords torn and eyes dried.The snow-like tiles stained in red and dampened with salt surrounded her, from the cold floor to the sordid walls, enclosing the petite ...
Submitted to Contest #254
The gypsies played their hip-throbbing tunes on this fine evening, hired by the groom out of respect for his elders. No wedding is complete without Romani music, they thought, as the fast-paced rhythms mixed with raki cajoled the younglings into shaking their bodies with an exuberant lack of coordination—a dance best described as pulsing mini-seizures. Of course, some of the kids and men were crafty with it, synced with the notes, dancing on beat to make quite a show, drawing claps and roars from the onlookers.This idea of grandeur originate...
Submitted to Contest #246
“Pass me the line.” Shouted Josh, tinkering with the rod. I knew nothing about fishing. The term “line” held no significance to me, aside from it referring to a rope-thing. His backpack contained all sorts of trinkets, tiny toys, metal balls, worms, all neatly organized in separate canisters with transparent lids. Their purpose and use unclear to me, I brought him the entire bag. “Thanks man. Finally, I got you out of that hole.” &...
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