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Submitted to Contest #145
They say you see stars, and he did.But not the cartoon ones that spin around in a perfect halo. More like misshapen chunks of rock, clunking around his field of vision. Eventually they eroded away but the headache did not.It was like someone with a pickaxe was intent on splitting his skull, and with each blow, he winced.Around him was dimly lit, and for that he was thankful. Any brighter and he would have been blinded by the migraine. Any darker, it would have been impossible to make out where he was. Not that he knew where he was exactly - ...
Shortlisted for Contest #110 ⭐️
“We have plenty of time,” Mum said. The whole world was practically on fire, but she made it seem like everything was cool beans. Ever the optimist, Dad thought, only half-cynically. Usually her idealism annoyed him – he called her a dreamer with her head in the clouds, which usually came out “Where’s your head at, woman?” But right now, he couldn’t have been more grateful to her. For daring to hope. “It’s fine, darlings, don’t worry” she said, “go and pack your favorite things. You can’t take everything remember, only as much as you can...
Submitted to Contest #103
For someone who relied solely on plastic and overdrafts to pay for things, she seemed to find a lot of loose change lying around. In the footwell of her car, in the gutter when watching her step, on side tables in waiting rooms, in the elevator or corridors of her building. So much so that she eventually cleaned out a jar of Bolognese sauce just for somewhere to put them. Today, she found another pile of pennies, this time while queuing in Target. She offered them around in case someone had dropped them, but no one acc...
Submitted to Contest #101
Going by her reflection in the stainless-steel, she could see the Prosecution made a good point about her. Too bad his argument had been overruled. According to Judge Holland, “the defendants looks are not a fair or verifiable assessment on their likelihood to commit murder, Mr. Rudolf” to which the Prosecutor had replied under his breath “Exactly my point, your Honor” before sitting back down to review his notes.Meanwhile her sweaty obese attorney had taken center stage – and flopped.She’d recoiled inside. Why couldn’t she ha...
Submitted to Contest #100
There was nothing festive or Christmassy about lobster, and he would not be convinced otherwise. Throwing a few shrimps on the “barbie” and calling it Christmas dinner was clearly deranged. The sheer convenience of it upset him, never mind the distinct lack of stodge. Bowls of roast veg, glazed in honey, a rich, thick gravy (none of this watery piss either), a tangy cranberry sauce, and the pièce de résistance, in the center of it all. Preferably on a red tablecloth decorated with candles and Christmas crackers. Sunligh...
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