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Submitted to Contest #257
The Shakespeare Channel CharactersBeatrice : known as Bee, a feisty individual who spends all her time arguing with BennyBenedict : known as Benny, who thinks he is better than Bee and doesn’t need her on the showClaudio : known as Claude, the anchorman of the show, a rather narcissistic man who always appears a little bored.Iago: the v...
Submitted to Contest #213
I woke up and stretched. My fingers felt weird. Not quite long enough and in the wrong place. My head seemed to be sitting all wrong on my shoulders and somehow I was splayed on the bed in a really odd position. It was Sunday morning and we were due to fly home. My honeymoon had been an unmitigated disaster and I wondered how things were going to work out once we were back. ‘There now, that’s much better,’ I heard Dan say. I tried to reply but words didn’t come out of my mouth, just this strange sound – a sort of yow...
Submitted to Contest #211
Glancing at the book in her hand Maisie sighed and considered the merits of reading the section ‘Letter to his Father’ from Franz Kafka’s 'Dearest Father, and other stories'. She opened a random page: “Sometimes I imagine the map of the world spread out and you stretched diagonally across it.” What did that even mean? Through the tiny window above her head Maisie could see the darkening sky where shimmering raindrops fragmented the glow from the streetlamps. Settling back against the bookcase she wondered if anyone in the library had notic...
Submitted to Contest #131
The itch is there, I imagine it almost before it becomes a reality and I know that soon it will spread deeper. Not wider or further around my thigh, but deeper, moving in towards my groin begging to be rubbed, scraped, excoriated until it has been completely erased. Apart from the scratching sound of pencil on paper the room is quiet and unbearably warm, all heaters turn towards me, as you’d expect, seeing as I am the only one with no clothes on. Six pairs of eyes look at me, well not really at me just parts of me.&nbs...
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