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Submitted to Contest #339
I could hear the screams, the sound of crunching plastic and broken glass filling my ears. The smell of burning rubber and gasoline filled my nose and I tasted salt on my lips.Multiple pairs of hands were holding me back, keeping me inside. A cacophony of voices telling me to stay inside, that EMS would handle it. My heart kept hammering in my chest. I needed to be out there.“Let me go or I will wax violent!”The threat worked and I was released. Police stopped me from leaving the sidewalk but I would not be held. One of the cars was mine and...
Submitted to Contest #338
I was not supposed to hear them, but I did. I was not trying to be there, but I was. It was a Friday; quiet, calm and slow. I was caught up on training, supply issues, and most things in general so I took a walk to stretch and get the blood flow back in order.I was the presence they felt but never saw. Not always anyway. If I wanted them to see me, they would. If not, then they did not.The outside was clear, cool and empty. Machinery hummed along, unbothered by everything and the cameras watched silently, tracking my every move. All normal t...
Submitted to Contest #337
“You could have asked her” or so I told myself every time I had an opportunity to speak to her but passed on it because of others present. Every time I could have asked her to lunch but took the safer choice instead by asking one of the guys. There was nothing wrong with her; she was polite, kind, decent really. Sure, she did not put up with disrespect or people talking down to her and honestly, when she was not smiling or her voice came out flat, she was a little scary. But I kept trying. I wanted to bridge that gap and see if there might b...
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