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Submitted to Contest #153
“I don’t want it to end this way.” Even though my thinking was slow, and my head throbbed in pain with every beat of my heart, I would have recognized Firas’ voice anywhere. I tried to turn in his direction, but the pain worsened. So, I just shifted my eyes and saw his narrow silhouette in the doorway of my cell. A blade of sunlight seeped in from a slit of a window behind him, the cell’s only source of fresh air. It wasn’t enough to relieve us from the stench of excrement, sweat and rot. I heard the big man in the corner shift. His heavy...
Submitted to Contest #151
“You’ll sit there, young lady, and think about what you did.” Emily didn’t want to sit there, and she didn’t want to think about what she did. In fact, she wanted to go back for more. So, she slid off the little wooden chair, just her size and perpetually facing the corner of the living room and ran as fast as she could back to the huge bucket of paint. The top of the container came up to her belly button. She tried to pop off the lid again, but someone had put it on tightly. Her fingers weren’t strong enough to pry it off. She looked aroun...
Submitted to Contest #150
“Please don’t do it.” Meagan whispered the words, but as she was alone behind the wheel of her parked, twelve-year-old station wagon, no one else would hear even if she had shouted. The low car felt like it was crouching behind the hedge as she watched her husband standing on the deck of their town’s best hotel, a modern monstrosity that perched on the lake’s edge, its outside adorned with colorful wooden chairs, bulbous glass lanterns and railings made of white ropes as thick as a man’s wrist. It was a woeful mismatch for the rest of the m...
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