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Submitted to Contest #76
Click-click-clack. Clack-clack-click. Clickety-clack-click. Neville, a squat portly man with a squashed, bulldog face typed away at the keyboard on his cheap, pasteboard desk with crushing strokes from plump, sausage fingers. He went on, and on, and on without rest or pause for as long as he could manage. A thick sheen of sweat glossed his bulbous forehead. When the muscles in his hands and wrists where red-hot with ache and cramped with exertion, he finally stopped. "Hello, carpel tunnel." Neville told himself as he stretched each digit w...
Submitted to Contest #74
Private Alexander Huxley sat in the hull of the C-47, jaw clenched and lips twisted into a savage grimace. The weight of his parachute kept him hunched in his seat, and the straps of his harness and weapon case chafed raw swathes into his skin. The flying tin can he was trapped in dipped, dived, shook, and rattled with the capricious whims of the turbulent weather outside. Sudden bursts of sound heralded the missed shells of unseen Anti-Aircraft guns below. Shrapnel splattered the metal plates of the plane's exterior, a thousand, thousand ...
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