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Submitted to Contest #61
The old building loomed up ahead as David Popescu waited patiently at the pedestrian crossing for the traffic lights to turn green. A successful crime writer, David was nothing like people often imagined him. At nearly 6’5 feet tall, he towered over most people. Though built like an ox, he carried himself with an almost careless grace. His face was deeply tanned, his hair close-cropped and jet-black, and his blue eyes radiated with intelligence. He felt uncomfortable in the simple three-piece suit he was wearing and kept tugging at his colla...
Henry Smith was not sure where he was. It felt as though he had been sinking, deeper and deeper, and was now slowly coming up for air. He could hear people shouting all around him, their words, indistinct and strangely muffled, hitting his ears along with a cacophony of other noises Henry couldn’t place. As his senses slowly returned, he became aware that he was lying down. However, he was not stationary. In fact, he almost felt as though he were floating. The feeling was rather pleasant and Henry vaguely wondered if he was dreaming.Suddenly...
Submitted to Contest #52
‘He was standing across the street, looking at me. Smiling that easy smile of his. I knew it well. He used to save that smile for me - he knew it made me happy. ‘And it made me happy to see it then. ‘But how was that possible? How could he be standing there? ‘I decided then and there that my mind was playing tricks on me. That the downward spiral I had lost myself into had finally thrown me over the edge. ‘You see, he could not be standing there. For he had died two months before. I should know, I'd seen it happen. I can still feel his blood...
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