Your fingers tensed around the object in your pocket, ready to pull it out at a moment's notice.

Posted in Science Fiction on Oct 26, 2022

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“Ms. Periwinkle” by Ira Wahlmeier

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The sweat dripped down my temples, and beaded in the small of my back. I must have looked high, with my eyes darting left and right, anxious to react to an aggressor.This morning was a rough one – my boyfriend of three years had broken up with me after another fight about money. I had left the office downtown and walked straight past my bus stop. I zigged and zagged around high rises and low rises, down main roads and through alleyways.Sometimes the sound of the trucks filled my senses, and other times I relied on the smell of 20-stories of ...

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“Friendship” by Anie Doe

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John was walking along the street, feeling that he was right where he was supposed to be. His belonging to the time and situation was almost tangible. He had left work about an hour ago and was walking in his half elegant, half sportive shirt enjoying the sun rays falling lightly onto his arms and face. It was a cool summer when the temperature didn't get over 25 degrees and you could walk rather briskly without sweating or feeling uncomfortable. He noticed the green trees and pigeons flying in the air. Normally, he didn't like pigeons ...

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“My Back Pocket” by Jane Kelley

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The school bell rang twice. That meant it was time for the second graders, like me, to go to recess. My classmates dropped their pencils and an excited buzz filled the room. Recess was meant to be a time for running off steam, playing with friends, and clearing our minds in the fresh air. Not for me! For me, those two bells meant twenty minutes of terror. Twenty whole minutes of feeling totally alone in the world. Twenty whole minutes of runn...

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“Protection” by Sandra Ramos

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When you grow up in a place like I did survival of fittest was the name of the game. When I was 9, my grandfather called me over to him he said he had something to give me but that it had to be done in private. I was to meet him in his bedroom at six because that's where he had my gift hidden. I kept thinking of what it could be after all he was a veteran. It would be pretty cool to have one of his metals to hang up in my room. The day seemed to drag I was counting the hours, minutes, and seconds, I was waiting for six o'clock. When the tim...

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“My secret weapon” by Alice Guile

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I met him at the office Christmas party, such an awful cliché. He worked in another department and a friend of mine at work knew his manager, so we went over to chat to her, and he was there next to her, looking sophisticated. It was love at first sight really. I started talking to me and we found out that we had everything in common, even down to the same obscure taste in music. We’d both kept a pet snake before, so many weird coincidences. I was smarting from a very bad break up from my son’s father a year previously and I’d not had the re...

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““The letter you left behind” ” by Victoria Zataray

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He was spitting out words as if he meant them, repeating them to me knowing he may not like them later. I stood there questioning my dignity and wondering if what I was going to say would hurt me in the long run. “See you don’t know because your too young to understand. I know your mother better than you I’m sorry but there are things you don’t know.” My tongue rolled around in my mouth choosing what to say back to him. My hand in a tight grip in my pocket was the letter from her.“Look it was her that left the hotel, she didn’t sta...

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“At least I tried” by Amanda Averell

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I’ve been here before. I’ve played this game. With gusto, my feet hit the pavement, it feels slippery. It’s a gray, misty November day. Not cold enough to frost the windows of my car, but cold enough to make those horizontal wires on my back windshield remind me of latitudinal lines. Oh, how I yearn for a warm beach near the equator, instead of being forced into this hellscape. I grab my supplies from the trunk. For this job, you need the right tools. I have my favorites I love to use, they’ve seen better days; blood-stained, barely han...

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“The Kill Switch” by Jack Walters

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Monday 4th September, 2001They only really tell you about the things they can predict. Petty theft, street muggings, even hostage negotiation. They sit you down in the big white room, show you the slideshow and talk you through the fifteen year old presentation. But everything works on paper. That's what paper's for. We have control; we only write what we want to write. But the real world isn't like that, and they can't prepare you for the real world. Nobody can.The first thing I remember from that day is the blistering cold as I made my wa...

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“Support Player” by David Weaver

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Mike heard the clunk-click of the door then Janey threw herself into the backseat of the car. He could tell she was angry. The air bristled with an explosive cocktail of annoyance and frustration. She was a little drunk as well as she banged a petulant hand on the headrest in front.“Let’s go then!”“Where’s Karen?” He asked.“She’s not coming, okay? Let’s just go.”He bit back a reply and started the engine.The wipers slapped away enough water for him to make out the narrow country lane he’d hesitantly navigated a few minutes earlier. Finding t...

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“Deep and dangerous pockets” by Fran Tracey

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Boldness. That was one crime she had been accused of. She stood in front of her mistress as still as she could manage, well aware that any excuse for punishment would be found. Her hands, tucked behind her back, itched to reach under her apron which was stained with blood fresh from the rabbits she had skinned early that morning, and into the forbidden pockets that lurked beneath. There was an object there. An object she could almost feel in her hands: smooth cool metal, long and thin. But women didn’t possess pockets, not like these, attach...

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“Down with The Monarchy” by Sylvia Hurley

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My fingers tense around the lipstick tube in my pocket as the bathroom door opens.Not the target.I loose a small breath and appear to be washing my hands and applying makeup.I hum under my breath as I do inspect my face, looking for any area I can fix.I know Jack is our guy in the van, and Ben has to intercept and direct the target but did I really have to get stuck in the bathroom?'Of course stupid you're the only girl, besides it's all for the cause. It's worth it.' The logical part of my brain argues.The woman who had entered the bathroom...

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“The Coin” by Unknown User

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Johnny was getting antsy in his seat, as he glanced at the clock. 'Five more minutes until the last bell,' he thought. He was anxious to take the ride home on the bus again. And to sit next to Scootch, whom he found very interesting. That morning they had quite a conversation over their collecting habits. Johnny talked about his rookie baseball cards and Scootch compared it to his rare coin collection. Johnny followed Scootch onto the bus and down the aisle, waiting for his new friend to pick the perfect seat for the ride home. After a...

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“What a Beautiful Night...” by Virginia Steffen

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My boots clopped along the pavement as I travelled down the tired street. No one else was in sight, but that was how I preferred it. My walks were my time to be alone, away from the babbling mouths of my two children and husband. I needed the quiet sometimes, and I found that quiet under the night sky. I had walked every day for two years, taking the same route almost every time. That day I had decided to go down a side street and explore somewhere new. The frosty wind tickled the trees and their leaves whispered in reply. The full power of ...

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“Absolution Tuesday” by Stacy Conley

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I walked along the busy sidewalk, my fingers tensing around the small object in my right pocket, ready to pull it out at a moment’s notice. Being right-handed, that was the safest place to keep it. Hidden deep in my jacket pocket, my ungloved fingers traced along its rounded tip and along its smooth sides. It was a reassuring weight in my hand. Its cool smoothness had a calming effect. It had been raining for three days, but the skies had finally cle...

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Your fingers tensed around the object in your pocket, ready to pull it out at a moment's notice.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 44 stories

“Ms. Periwinkle” by Ira Wahlmeier

“Friendship” by Anie Doe

“My Back Pocket” by Jane Kelley

“Protection” by Sandra Ramos

“My secret weapon” by Alice Guile

““The letter you left behind” ” by Victoria Zataray

“At least I tried” by Amanda Averell

“The Kill Switch” by Jack Walters

“Support Player” by David Weaver

“Deep and dangerous pockets” by Fran Tracey

“Down with The Monarchy” by Sylvia Hurley

“The Coin” by Unknown User

“What a Beautiful Night...” by Virginia Steffen

“Absolution Tuesday” by Stacy Conley

🌟 Similar prompts

Write a story about a character who buys a secondhand coat and then discovers something in the pocket.

Write a story about someone cleaning out their attic. They find an old piece of clothing, and inside of its pocket is an old keepsake.

"It was just here!" you shout, frantically searching your pockets for the missing thing.

Write a story about a very skilled pickpocket.

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