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Submitted to Contest #326
The city had been deluged with heavy rains for 48 hours. Drainage systems had faltered due to the sheer volume of water and blockages caused by an accumulation of rubbish. Roadways had flooded, causing sidewalks to be overrun with water, and vehicles sent waves of dirty water over helpless pedestrians as they scurried for shelter. Central Park North had not escaped the downpour. On one side, the greenery of the park was sagging under the weight of water; on the other, flooded drains belched dirty water across the roadway.The call came at 11:...
Submitted to Contest #306
Whos’ Mad A farce in four acts.Written by: Arthur P. Bottomly. The Players Desmond Allwright – Dr Marcus FrenzyAllison Fawlty – Nurse Rosemary SaverLeonard Charleston – Malcolm Ashely DavidsonRaymond Pongrass – Master Of Ceremonies Act 1Scene 1 A mental health ward of the Bellevue Hospital New York. A man in a straightjacket lays comatosed on a trolly, eyes wide open, seeing and hearing nothing.Malcolm Ashly Davidsons, or mad as he was known, had been re-admitted that morning to the hospitals mental health ward, after being released two day...
Submitted to Contest #298
New York CityMichal Eldridge was mid-50, single, of medium height, short grey hair, pudgy face and wore glasses. He was always immaculately turned out. Bespoke suites and shirts from the best tailers on the East Coast.He lived in a Brownstone on the upper East Side. Three floors and a basement, restored back to its glory days of the mid-19th Century. Entering the impressive oaken front doors was like stepping back 100 years. Michael lived a grand lifestyle, measuring his income in millions.He’d entered the art world buying and selling obsc...
Submitted to Contest #292
After pushing back from its gate, the Swiss Air midday flight to New York moved slowly through a light snow flurry to its designated runway.The First-Class cabin was less than half full, the passenger in 1A was pleased there was no one opposite. A smiling cabin crew offered him a glass of champagne, he declined, asking for double single malt. He thought about the voicemail, a somewhat guarded call, coming from someone he hadn’t spoken to in 15 years. What drove his final response was the email attachment that followed. He'd tried retuni...
Submitted to Contest #282
Carefully opening the small exit door from the basement carpark, she peered out. It was still raining, now, more heavily, with a force that made splattering sounds when hitting against the roller shutters and bluestone that lined the narrow dark alley. She looked back to West End Avenue, then down to Amsterdam, seeing nothing but darkness and falling rain. Pulling the door shut, crouched in the small space, adjusting her back pack before pulling the beanie over long hair.She reckoned, one hundred metres to Amsterdam, a three-block jog would ...
Submitted to Contest #281
The two top floor apartments of the building at 1144 Fifth Avenue had long ago been converted to a single penthouse, 27A, known as, Park View. Walls had been removed, rooms enlarged with windows on Fifth Avenue, commanding sweeping views of Central Park across the reservoir to the West Side, remodelled to create larger openings to the huge balconies running the length of the residence. The Halpern’s had lived at Park View for eight years since retiring. Both having had notable careers in law. Gregory Halpern, as a distingui...
Submitted to Contest #270
The Offer The Grill Room at the Ritz-Carlton on Stockton Street was near capacity. With the financial district two blocks away, it was a favourite luncheon haunt for the areas financial movers to meet clients and talk shop. Chasing the American dream, the almighty dollar. The room was a picture of noise and movement as Armani and Versace designs doused with expensive colognes and perfumes collided with the aromas of the kitchen, garlic, onions and the hotels famous sourdough rolls. Busboys hurried through the crowded space skilfully ju...
Submitted to Contest #247
Allan Thomas had grown up in middle-class East London. From and an early age Africa had fascinated him. Scouring libraries looking for all he could find on the dark continent. Fact or fiction, didn’t matter to a young boy, it all held an intrigue that he soaked up like a sponge. After completing University with a degree in geography, he set about planning his lifelong dream of exploring. At age 24, with the assistance of a small inheritance from his grandfather, he set sail, for Africa.June 27th 1848 – Day 1After an horrendous sea journ...
Submitted to Contest #205
The Ring A full moon illuminated the apartment building at the corner of 82nd Street and Central Park West, highlighting the famous zig zag fire escape the city was famous for. Constructed at the end of the 18th century, for the rich and powerful that were building the emerging metropolis. It was an impressive building of sandstone and brick, 22 stories tall, the top two floors accommodating penthouses with huge balconies. The massive floor to ceiling widows edged in ornately carved bluestone affording million dollars views onto an...
Submitted to Contest #171
. Payback. The Mark Hopkins hotel had always been special to them. The Top of The Mark bar had been their place. The incredible 360◦ degree view of San Francisco, from city to the bay and beyond, they found amazing. Now, he sat brooding, recalling holding hands, and watching as the fog rolled, in engulfing the Golden Gate bridge and beyond. Now she was gone. He was alone. Saddened. He tossed back another Scotch, fighting to supress the tears. Slamming the glass onto the bar he stood, saying under his breath, ‘this is not over.’ Helen...
Submitted to Contest #168
Someone looking out a train window She gazed out the window of Amtrak train as it rattled through the cold afternoon. In an hour they would be at Pen Station in Manhattan. The skyscrapers of Boston had given way to industrial, residential and finally, to rural country side. The passenger in 24A saw none of it. Their mind was firmly fixed on the task ahead of them. The passenger in 24A was a Kate Collins, not her real name. She’d left the Army after 10 years, working with a covert arm of the US Military, that specialised in counte...
Submitted to Contest #148
An Apartment Building Being Demolished. Jimmy Martinis’ Dream It had rained incessantly for a week. The city was awash across all five Boroughs. Street drainage was overwhelmed, unable to handle the deluge, causing roadways to spill onto sidewalks. Passing traffic sent waves of dirty water over helpless pedestrians, scurrying to find shelter. Public transport was severely impacted, bus timetables were in chaos, and several subways closed due to flooding. He pushed himself further back into the doorway of the boarded-up ...
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