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Submitted to Contest #207
“Cut!” David called. I left my arm draped around Cinthia’s shoulder. The crew dimmed the lighting, giving our eyes a break from the faux desert sun while David reviewed the footage with the continuity director. Cinthia squinted at me, she hadn’t pulled away yet. It was helpful to play with physical intimacy between shots, but this felt different. “Have you actually been to Cabo San Lucas?” she asked. The tenor of her voice was deeper, which meant she thought we had the scene - she only dropped character after the final cut. “I haven’t.” ...
Submitted to Contest #201
“Gombae!” The 4 of us lifted our glasses, Ji-Eun and I shielding ours from view as we sipped the foul liquid. The TV on the opposite wall was playing K-Pop videos. I watched as Jun-Ho of One-Life drove a tiny yellow SUV up a miniature hill until he spilled out. The footage cut to a different field full of purple flowers and ballet dancers with another member of One-Life in the foreground, dancing with a yellow duck floatie around his waist. The video cut once more to a living room scene of the full band in plush bathrobes, jumping on furnitu...
Submitted to Contest #198
2:55. Jo clicked her mechanical pencil, then jabbed it against her desk, the graphite disappearing. She repeated. Once. Twice. More times than she could count. 2:55. Still. How is that even possible? Now Jo traced the rings of the lifeless wood, flattened into elongated patterns. She imagined the rings speaking to her, as though her pencil were a stylus revealing a story older than the building she sat in. She drew a dark spot in the middle, the gray spirals becoming the revolving rings of a distant, undiscovered planet. The stillnes...
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