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Submitted to Contest #337
The house was large, made of stone, and impenetrable. Cameras were installed along the perimeter. No one could come, and no one could leave, without getting their image trapped in a recording.Unless, of course, someone came prepared.I checked my watch. My rental car had been parked for a full minute. I didn’t want to linger here too long and raise any suspicions. The housekeeper worked every day, but the landscaper came and went based on a schedule outside of manmade time.I took my hands off the steering wheel and itched the edge of my plati...
Submitted to Contest #317
The room was not stark white, as I had once imagined it’d be, but submerged in dynamic shades of violet and blue. “This place …” I said to the woman gripping my hand. My voice was strained and quiet, but it was trying.“What about this place?” the woman asked.Her voice was familiar with its deep tone of control. The sound elicited overwhelming feelings I had once experienced, when life had been bursting with movement and meaning. Never-ending chores, family dramas, life milestones. Now the days had grown long, with nothing to do but watch the...
Submitted to Contest #315
Chloe watched the tiramisu cake glide through the air. Time expanded, as if her life had been captured in a slow-motion video. The feeling reminded Chloe of all those nature documentaries she and Brad used to watch about birds of prey, with their silent wings and sharp eyes, hunting for food. When the creamy layers of tiramisu landed on Brad’s face, decorating the stubble around his frown with bits of mascarpone cheese and cocoa powder, Chloe was half hoping for the camera crew to erupt from a closet. “We’re filming women’s wild emotions,” ...
Submitted to Contest #163
“I can drink water too, you know,” Isla blurted. “You didn’t have to order me wine—” “Isla,” Will smiled, the wrinkles around his eyes deepening, darkened by the shadows of the candlelight perched on the table between them. “It’s okay. You’ve always been willing to support me, and I appreciate it, but I’m not your burden anymore,” Will said. “I haven’t been for a while.” “It’s not a burden,” Isla shook her head, leaning into the table. Isla felt as though she was replaying a conversation, practicin...
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