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Submitted to Contest #322
He stood unwavering on the side of the road, several paces away from the rest of the family. His pose was relaxed, his gaze fixed on the street in front of him. Observing. Counting. Waiting. Checking his watch for what felt like the hundredth time that morning, he noted the hour: 8:52 am. He looked up to see a stream of athletes race past him in a rainbow of colors, all of them pushing the limits of their stamina. It was an extraordinary sight to behold. The sweat between brows, the open mouth breathing, and the grit of determination on thei...
Submitted to Contest #257
Act 1 (A grassy field on the summit of Mount Etna in Anatolia. Enter Zeus and Hera, stage left) Zeus: Such a magnificent outing this has been! A more quiet afternoon I’m sure I’ve not had. (He reaches for Hera’s hand and kisses it) You are a formidable wife, after all, my queen. Of all my sisters I might have married, I’m certainly glad I seduced you. Hera (pulling her hand away abruptly): I’m glad you are pacified, husband. (Aside): Proving you are more like a babe than one could have imagined. Zeus: I must admit, I had doubts to your ...
Submitted to Contest #224
Dawn Julia didn’t understand why she bothered setting an alarm every night, since the incessant pigeon outside her window was the only alarm she really needed. Groaning in irritation, she reached over to the nightstand and blindly tapped her phone. 5:42am. Right on schedule, she thought grimly as she sat up, rubbing her eyes. Through the window blinds she could make out the smallest hint of a pale blue sky, barely discernible to even call it daylight. After ruffling through her drawers for a fresh(ish) pair of scrubs, Julia made her way ...
Submitted to Contest #215
The bar was dead that night, Ron remembered. The ‘storm of the century’ was in full swing, and the roads were flooded and fresh with potholes. The minister at his father’s funeral had remarked that it was by God’s grace that they were able to bury him before the storm reached its peak, else they would have had to delay for an entire week. “Where was God’s grace when he suffered in the hospital for three days after his heart attack?” Ron had wanted to ask. A thunderous roar reverberated off the walls as he wiped his boots on th...
Submitted to Contest #203
This story addresses the thoughts and emotions associated with the risks of a preterm delivery and extended hospital stay. On the day of her induction, Erin was wide-awake at five am. She stared up at the dark hospital ceiling for what felt like an eternity, a thousand thoughts racing through her brain. What if we’re making a mistake? Are we sure the steroids had enough time to work? Will the NICU take her away? What if I have a c-section? She rolled over in bed and stared at the lump of blankets on the reclining chair across from her. He...
Submitted to Contest #191
They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops. What they don’t say, is when you meet your ex-boyfriend in the middle of a flower market while wearing day old make-up and a threadbare “Pluto revolve in peace” sweatshirt, time grinds to a halt and rewinds at rapid fire speed, drenching you in memories like a bucket of ice water. The flower market was devoid of its usual freneticism that morning, which should have been the first clue that my day was going to be anything but ordinary. ‘Leo’s Flower House’ was the most popular flower ...
Submitted to Contest #187
It wasn't a simple job to serve as the protector of the Acropolis, but oh, it had certainly been a glorious one. The sun began its customary ascent into the sky, casting golden rays of light across the city of Athens to stir its sleeping inhabitants. Within a few hours, tourists hailing from the city and never-ending cruise ships would swarm the promontory. They would take countless photos of the ruins and learn about the ancient history, only to let it slip from their minds by the time they returned home to their beds. But Ailuros ne...
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