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The club

Submitted to Contest #49

The nights are quite chilly this time of the year. It signals the start of another long Winter. Soft misty drops soak into the visitors’ coats, as they ascend the stairs. The house, indeed to be admired even in this weather, looks majestic. More and more people arrive, each one equally surprised by the intensity of the chill. I have arrived with John. We have been dating for eight months, and I decided to share this moment with him. This moment which comes at an appointed time every year, and shared by a special group of people. We all und...

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The Verdict

Submitted to Contest #49

“You’re a star.” “I’m not a star.” “Of course you are. Those red snakeskin boots say it all.” The kid ignored the older man sitting across from him. He shuffled through the magazines on the waiting room table. Us. Cosmopolitan. Family Circle. “You here for test results?” The man watched the kid roll his eyes. He rummaged through the worn monthlies on the table. “They never have anything good. What I wouldn’t give for a Popular Mechanics or a Penthouse.” He laughed. The kid slouched into the bench and pulled his iPhone out. Swipe. Swipe. “Let...

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A Soldier, a Grave, and the Missed Bus

Submitted to Contest #49

“Wait!” Mel called, pumping her arms as she ran in her boots. Seeing the Greyhound bus taking off —  without her on it —  made her heart plummet into her stomach. She gave up the chase and stomped her foot, not unlike a five-year-old.  “I’m guessing you missed the bus?” A man’s soft voice questioned.  Mel turned, brushing her brown hair away from her face. A man she didn’t notice the first time was sitting under the eave of the bus stop. He had a gentle face, kind grey eyes, and an Army uniform on. He looked to be about...

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The doctor with a secret smile

Submitted to Contest #49

The doctor with a secret smileBy Rabi ChatterjeeWhy are you in so hurry? Sima asked Rico from the kitchen. Where are you going?I have an important job, Sima, he said. I will tell you later.Won’t you go to the office today? She asked.He replied, no, I have taken one day leave today.She came to their room. Seeing him she said, slowly, slowly. What are you doing? Eat slowly.Rico was in a very hurry. He was checking his watch intermittently as if he had been very late. As he was binding his shoelaces he was taking his breakfast also. He looked t...

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BEGGARS CAN'T BE CHOOSERS

Submitted to Contest #49

“Are you ready yet?” “Won’t be long.” Sally picked up the dog lead, her coat and placed her walking boots by the door. She stood at the bottom of the stairs, listening for movement. There was none. No good calling out again or shouting as this always had the opposite effect. She decided to wash the breakfast dishes. The dog sat by the front door in anticipation. Sally stroked her and told her it wouldn’t be that long before they were off on their early morning walk. Sally had bounced out of bed and looked out the window at the mornin...

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Coffee stain

Submitted to Contest #49

Hera bobbed her head slightly, as 'fuck the neighbors' by IRON REAGAN blasted in her large neon headphones. Her green-dyed hair french-braided at her back with a yellow ribbon. Her grey overly large sweater draping on her knees, accompanied by her brown scarf. Her black legging tucked in some brown uggs. Her clothes are greatly amplified with her whooping height of six foot three. Her pink lips turned into a smile as the train slowly came into view from her hazel eyes. She pulled out her phone and pressed next. Smoothly walking towards th...

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Bittersweet Night

Submitted to Contest #49

The sound of my feet on the pavement got faster and faster. My phone rang. I got it out of my big purse and looked at the screen.  Mom.  I hung up and continued walking, phone in hand. I wanted to throw it far away, to throw away my family and all of my problems. My eyes were burning from the tears and the cold. My scarf didn’t protect my face from the snow. The wind felt like a whip, like hits to my face. I turned at a street corner I didn’t know. I didn’t recognize anything around me, it was blurry and cold. I was on the wron...

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24-Inch Screen

Submitted to Contest #49

24-inch. 16:9 aspect ratio, 1920X1080 resolution. That was his world. Enclosed from the outside, it was nothing more than a suffocating cage. Even he himself was aware of that. But he chose not to care. Or rather, he chose what he perceived to be the wiser decision. ‘The outside world—’ His phone beeped with a notification. He glanced at it, the simple message from someone he cannot perceive. The person standing outside his door now, waiting anxiously, with a phone in her hand. He swept it off his table, landing with a soft thud on h...

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Known Strangers

Submitted to Contest #49

It's a certain station. A pretty girl just entered the ticket counter. She saw that there is a huge line of people in the counter. She was feeling sick as she just discharged from the hospital yesterday. She had an minor operation last week. There was a man in the last of the line. She fervently requested him to book a ticket for her as she is not feeling well. She told him the destination and gave him the money for the ticket. He said her to sit in the bench. After few minutes, the man came to her and handed her the ticket. The m...

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See Me

Submitted to Contest #49

Warmth filled her cheeks but coldness gripped her heart. She hugs herself tight amidst the buzzing crowd. Her eyes, trying to capture dark curly hair, tall and built figure, but nothing. Maybe he won’t come again, she thought. She brushes the wetness off her face and looks up at the sky. Why did she even hope that she’d see him? The cold metal in her hand buzzed and she stared at the screen. “Hello?” she says. The world around her continues in silence as the man speaks to her ears. “It’s okay. I’m heading home anyway. Happy anniversary.” She...

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Corporate Baby

Submitted to Contest #49

She looked around her third floor apartment and imagined all the changes she would have to make if he accepted her request. She wondered if she’d have to move to a bigger house with a backyard and a bigger kitchen, or if her coach was comfortable enough. She liked the building on Falcon Street the first time she set her eyes on it; it was particularly refreshing that the window in the sitting room overlooked the street. It was a normal street but watching people live life on the street for five years was her favorite thing to do; the ol...

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Answered Question

Submitted to Contest #49

As I step out of the B&B in Port Henry I can’t get over the colors, the vibrant greens with splashes of gold and rust fill the countryside. As a life long Arizonan I’m use to more muted shades of greens, beiges and browns, so this is a treat for me. Standing on the wrap around porch, I breathe in the scents of the trees and plants. And of course the smells that roll off Lake Champlain. It is beautiful here, and so vast, this is the reason I came, to see this beautiful lake and to see if I can finally unravel the quest...

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Hurricane

Submitted to Contest #49

I remember the taste of the cheap merlot on my tongue. The green bottle has been in the refrigerator for four days now. It’s going to go bad soon, and that would be a waste of money. The hum of the refrigerator and the beating rain outside is the only noise as I stare at the bottle.  Four days late doesn’t mean anything, I tell myself, and I pour a glass for Greg and myself.  There is a crack of lightning followed immediately by thunder so loud I look up to make sure the roof hasn’t been ripped off of the apartment. There is anot...

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Five Days, Sixteen Hours, Nine Minutes, and Fifty Seconds

Shortlisted for Contest #49 ⭐️

Crickets chirp, fire crackles, an electronic heartbeat punctuates the dark of night: short long, long short short, short long, short short short, long… A sonic history of the People of the Planet Earth drifts in the silence of deep space somewhere between stars, waiting to be played by an unlikely passerby.  It was a romantic image of Earth’s message to the great beyond, which was in actuality a far cry from the worldly greetings and hand-picked audio of early deep space probes. Instead, Earth leaked culture like a balloon with a ...

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Waiting

Submitted to Contest #49

  The sun is brightly shining, beating down on my back as I sit on the outdoor patio of our favorite cafe just a few blocks from our house. Waiting. It seems to be the one thing that keeps the relationship together. Once more I glance at my watch and a sigh escapes my mouth. I’ve already dealt with the server once, requesting her to wait just a bit more before putting in my drink order. “He should be here any minute.” I know the words are hollow, even as I say them, and there is a bit of doubt not only in my tone, but my eyes also. Alre...

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