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Submitted to Contest #124
Roberto Dean was lead down a tall, narrow and grimly lit hallway to his seat in the left upper mezzanine. The hastening echoes of his best dress shoes on the white marble floors announced his anxiety of tardiness to the punctual and, he feared, already seated theater-goers. He thought about skipping ahead of the large man leading him, after all he knew the Boncraft Theatre by heart, even though he himself had never been chosen to attend despite his many attempts; however his temporary warden was so wide that he took up most of the hallway by...
Submitted to Contest #120
“So what’d you think, was Adapters Hollow the abomination you thought it would be? Or do we finally have a Caleb-worthy adaptation?” Jimmy emphasized the movie title and braced himself for Caleb’s relenting onslaught as their eyes adjusted to the room lights, still sunk in to the dark leather recliners after removing their full face vantahelmets. After a long hesitation, Caleb sighed and answered, “You know, surprisingly, it was true to the book. They glossed over the Scavengers to get to the Builders, but that’s forgiva...
Submitted to Contest #119
“Listen, all I’m sayin is the guy was a bastard, look around - there’s nobody here!” my uncle Larry said, well within earshot of me. My aunt Debbie shushed him and dragged him by the arm to safety as the daggers sharpened in the eyes of my mom and two sisters, temporarily breaking the huddle around a blonde newscaster rattling on about yesterday’s most recent ArkMission launch disaster. I capitalized on the excuse to escape the weight of my father’s casket, copied my sisters’ furious looks, and stormed through the f...
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