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FOLLOW THAT CAR

Submitted to Contest #182

I knew it. It was that guy on the same flight. He was barreling his way once again through the crowd of passengers headed for the exit. Was that a gun strapped on his waist? I had to do this. No excuses. If not me, then who? What I heard onboard was enough to put any questions into action. Following him out into the dark I watched as he got into an unmarked black Tahoe. My gut was telling me 'GO' so I flagged a taxi, opened the door, fell in sideways gashing my leg. Seriously? The driver was concerned and paused a moment, but I just waved it...

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Return to Plum Creek

Shortlisted for Contest #182 ⭐️

Mrs. Frasier insisted on complete silence when it was reading time. She clapped her hands sharply two times and gave the third graders a stern look. Recess was over, coats and scarves hung on hooks. The chatter and jostling was dwindling but not yet done. Two more claps. Chairs scraped across the linoleum floor as the children settled, and all eyes turned to Danny Green who was frozen in a robot pose near Mrs. Frasier’s desk, his dark eyes wide with mock fear, his mouth in an O.          &nbs...

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Wetting Evaporated

Submitted to Contest #182

Abigail is six, with round face, deep brown eyes and black hair, she loves her dolls and storytelling. Hailey, is her best friend because the two of them collaborate in imaginative play so well. Their elaborate plots are crafted on the fly as an unscripted movie. Abigail’s room is perfect for the adventure, spacious and well-appointed with all the dolls, accessories, doll house, furnishings, and the like.            This Saturday is another play date for the two girls, and Abigail has al...

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The Irony is Lost!

Submitted to Contest #182

"Follow that car!" said Benjy, pointing through the windshield which was soaking wet with torrential rain. The rain had been sudden, yet potent, in its ferocity and vivacity. The Taxi ride had been sudden, the call placed just moments before. There was a tension in the air. "What car?" said the Taxi driver, known to reality only as Splashtastic73. "The dark blue car with the tinted windows," said Benjy. "Two cars ahead." Benjy was desperate. Life had already taken a turn for the worse, as if he didn't have enough already on his plate. Benj...

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Oblivious

Submitted to Contest #182

I ran and jumped into the nearest taxi, yelling at the driver to follow the blue Nissan Honda trying to pull into traffic taking my wife with it. The man shakes his head, “Dude I am not doing that.” I take the gun out of my holster and point it to his head, “We don’t have time for this follow that car.” The driver lets out a shaky breath before locking his eyes on the blue Nissan and immediately follows it into traffic.  Sighing, “Thank you.” I lean back against the seat looking at the car in front of us. I try to dial my wife’s number ...

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Trapped in a Game: How One's Suspicions Exposed a Galactic Conspiracy

Submitted to Contest #182

Part 1: I've always been paranoid about the Unknown Blues. Even before I started playing Batey, I couldn't shake the feeling that they were hiding something from us. They came to Earth, saved us from certain doom, and then decided to keep us trapped inside their ship, Gibraltar, using us as entertainment in their twisted game, as this intellectual species was bored and needed to be entertained. At first, I was excited to be a part of the Batey league. It was a new, futuristic sport, and I was good at it. But as I played, I started to notic...

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The 4:15 Bus is Running Late

Submitted to Contest #182

My cousin Amy had a sly smile on her face across the table. I tried to give her a warning look, but the corner of my mouth involuntarily curled just enough to acknowledge that we shared a secret. Not a secret I want to share with my sixteen year old cousin. "I wonder where Jeremy and Rose got off to?" Aunt Gladys asked, looking around the table. Her eyes passed right over me and Rose. "I'm sure they'll be here." My mother said. "Well", Aunt Gladys said with a wink. "They are newlyweds". "Gladys!" My mother scolded. "You b...

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Mile a Minute

Submitted to Contest #182

***mentions drinking, gun violence and death occur, implied that a woman is fearful of being attacked in the city*** I slammed the door of the taxi shut. The sky was crying with a hot fever. "Follow that car." I ordered. The wrinkled, orange man put the car in gear and drove. I couldn't see the silver city through my window. I didn't like how the window was my only escape from the stifled smell of plastic and this man. I powered on my i-Phone. I didn't have time for the half eaten apple now or ever. I furiously typed in my passcode and drumm...

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Runaway Taxi

Submitted to Contest #182

Blaze pulled up to where a woman stood waving him down and put the taxi into park. He caught her eyes through his dark sunglasses and they held him. Dark and deep they held something that he couldn’t place. Something that shouldn’t be in any young woman’s eyes. She was around early twenties like himself but the way she held herself added age. She stepped into the taxi and pointed to a dark car pulling out ahead of them. “Follow that car.” He hesitated and the muscles under his eye twitched. She reached her hand into the pocket of her black d...

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Lilies

Submitted to Contest #181

They were both young when they fell in love. Just out of high scool; she was seventeen, and he was eighteen. Many, at first, called it infatuation, but they knew it was love right from the start. Not a day went by where they weren't together, utterly enraptured in each other's presence. They loved adventure and the outdoors, and he never grew tired of the way her auburn hair fluttered in the wind on top of a mountain or cliff they had just climbed. Her hand fit perfectly into his, and his strong embrace brought peace to her heart. Dialogue w...

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An Uncle's Determination

Submitted to Contest #181

The hounds below kept making a racket, their barks and howls drifting up into the night air, following the men where the hounds themselves could not, up the sheer cliff face. Tim regretted leaving the hounds behind, they were the first to alert the homestead of the intruder. At the very least he had wanted to stay behind with the hounds and their handler, but Master Roberts insisted all other able bodied men would accompany him in the chase. Tim can't blame him though, he's as attached to the Masters children as the Master himself. Why would...

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Violet or Red

Shortlisted for Contest #181 ⭐️

You were born on National Maple Syrup Day. Your mother names you Alcyone (pronounced AL-SEE-OWN-EE) because Alcyone means calm. It’s a cruel, unfitting choice given your family’s history of anxiety. You wish your name were something simple and easy-to-say, like Hannah.By the time you turn nineteen, you've grown tired of constantly having to correct people. It’s Al-see-own-ee, you tell them on the days you have more confidence than usual, but they don’t hear you, and if they do hear you, they forget. As far as they’re concerned, you are Aliso...

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Siobhan's Winter Retreat

Submitted to Contest #181

“I can’t believe the friends you are starting to make, Siobhan,” Debra said as she folded laundry. “These people are bad news for you.”  Siobhan looked at her aunt skeptically. “My friends are helping me.”  Debra scoffed. She pulled out her phone, scrolling through…something. “Look at these pictures you took, Siobhan. What are they? Look how you are dressed!”  “Auntie, what-” Debra quickly sauntered over and placed the phone in front of Siobhan’s face.  “I thought when you moved out, that you would at least respect yo...

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Running Man

Shortlisted for Contest #181 ⭐️

Sports jerseys. Defunct firearms. Leather notebooks bound by thread and twine. Dilan was a man of memorabilia. Mountains of gimmicks and curios, littered and stacked and filed with seemingly no order. This was far from the truth, however. Dilan was an organised man. For what he was, he had to be, and he loved all the qualities that came with it; clarity, understanding, peace of mind. His belongings were exactly where he intended them to be, his time protected like a princess in a castle. In another life, he could be a project manager, doct...

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The Salvation of Jason Morris

Submitted to Contest #181

It seemed the fortunes of Jason Morris resembled a mountain that reached into the sky. At the foot of it, were his failures and self-doubt. At the peak, would be his salvation. In his pursuit of justice for a wrong committed against him, Jason would be climbing all the way to the top!The BottomIn February, thousands of people celebrated in the city of Florianopolis, Brazil. Men and women flirted, drank, and danced gaily in its streets. For it was Carnival and the start of a brand-new year. Jason Morris had flown roughly 18 hours from Washing...

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