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Submitted to Contest #296
Jim stood on the curb and glanced up the empty street, then back at his watch. Curb was only a relative term, a transition from dirt and gravel to pitted, broken asphalt. Few people drove down this street and fewer lived here. Reflecting a time when land was cheap, the distance between the homes was generous. Most were in disrepair and surrounded by scraggly trees and bushes. Anyone still living on this stretch of road was standing with one foot in the grave. Jim knew the town council viewed the location for a future strip mall.He returned t...
Submitted to Contest #295
Nathan lay motionless on the bed. He'd already memorized the patterns in the popcorn ceiling. That's what he did the first week. To the left was the outline of a hippo, or maybe a dog, or sometimes a giraffe. To the right was the clear image of a 1963 Corvette Soft-top. Red with chrome rims. Straight above him — well, that was just popcorn ceiling. He was still working on it.The shadows gave the shapes their shapes depending on the time of day and the sun. He'd asked Tiff to move the lamp to the table on the other side of the bed, but she re...
Submitted to Contest #294
The words won’t come. I can see them in my mind's eye. They spin and jumble and tangle like an old shoelace, refusing to be pulled free. My hands poised over the keyboard, but the screen remains blank. The words are there. They cry out to me when I desire silence and hide in silence when I want them to come. I reach down and scratch Boone's head. He stirs in his sleep and kicks. He must be chasing a rabbit. So am I. But my rabbit disappeared down a narrow hole, and I can't follow. I don't have a bottle of Alice's "drink me" to shrink m...
Submitted to Contest #293
The train rattled over the elevated tracks, its windows smudged with the fingerprints of a thousand commuters. Claire sat near the door, arms folded over her purse, staring past her reflection into the shimmering city as it rushed past. She noticed it before she got there. The flicker of red and blue lights bouncing off the windows and rain slicked brick buildings bordering the train station. As the train slowed and bumped into the station, she saw the yellow tape, stretched tight, cutting off a section of the street below. Blue uniforms sur...
Submitted to Contest #292
Many Shades of BlackThe single street lamp that still worked provided little illumination as he trudged along the frozen sidewalk through the thick snowfall. His breath escaped in dense clouds, hanging in the air and marking his path. His footsteps crunched, echoing in the silence of the empty street. He walked past piles of snow burying abandoned cars with rotted tires, and two-story brick apartments with shattered windows, their doors either ajar or boarded up. His eyes locked onto a dark shape propped against the side of a concrete stoop....
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