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Submitted to Contest #98
From beneath the shadows, every night, a cloaked man emerged, his face white against the black contrast of his attire. Every night, he walked through riverbanks and mountains, valleys and forests, villages and pastures, surveying with great detail. A curious little beeping instrument was attached on his temple, as if burned into his skin. Its light blinked red on interval, like fireflies. At times, especially on tours to the forests, it beeped more occasionally, more frequently, it was then that the man stood perfectly still. When finally, t...
Submitted to Contest #95
Ronald and his wife fought a lot. Sure, Amelia would laughingly call it a 'silly argument' or 'a difference of opinion' the next day, it couldn't deny the fact that the previous night had been ugly. Ronald wasn't...an 'alpha male,' so to speak. He was a nice man; with all the good manners you'd expect from one. He didn't smoke or drink and didn't stay out late after work. His co-workers called him Reticent Ronald for this very reason. And he couldn't blame them, for from their point of view, here was a guy who didn't like company, barely ...
Submitted to Contest #93
I would not call myself a pretty woman, and I am not being modest when I say that. I have never had much luck with men. Even my marriage was arranged by my father. I may not be repulsive to look at, but I am most definitely not attractive. But that wasn’t the case with the Collins, apparently. The attractive, happy couple that moved in opposite our home six months ago. Well, six months and three weeks, to be precise. They were a sight to see in this boring old neighborhood. Lucy Collins was a beautiful woman. She was swelled up and toned dow...
Submitted to Contest #89
Time of Arrival: 11.23 a.m The dingy machine’s mechanical voice was the first thing Dr. Unity Curtis heard as she woke up—that is, if you could call slipping into unconsciousness for two-minutes due to reality ambiguation a ‘nap’. Dr. Curtis adjusted her glasses that had turned lopsided due to time imbalance. Although, her hair was a mess too, but she didn't have time to worry about that. She was in the freaking future, and she planned to make every second count--literally. The first thing her eyes went sear...
Submitted to Contest #81
Day 19 The ceiling was a mess. It was littered with cobwebs on the corners and packets of mold throughout. Nola tilted her head on the pillow, narrowing her eyes—how exactly does one get this thing out? Cobwebs, she could manage, but the mold was the tricky part. Even if she knew how to get it off, how would she ever reach to the top— Beep-beep-beep-beep. The sound of the alarm seemed to come blaring through, when in reality, it was only probably a few decibels high. Nola turned her head to look at it, taking care of the arm that was in ...
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