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Submitted to Contest #326
James strolled down the streets of Alcine, Michigan, soaking in the September sun. He had driven through the upper-class town several times on his way home from work but had never truly visited. As he passed by houses that resembled miniature mansions, he wondered what type of jobs the owners had to have such luxury. Each home had some type of extravagant commodity he could never afford–multiple new cars, swimming pools, or even boats outside of their garages. Every side street he travelled down had something that made him envious. It’s neve...
Submitted to Contest #325
Simon rested his head on the bus window as the rain pelted the outside glass. He had never used public transportation before, and he was relieved to know this would be the only time he ever would. The moist weather made the bus a sauna ridden with body odor as it drove from town to town. Simon was one of the few passengers to have two empty seats next to him, and he hoped it would stay this way until he reached Ravenport. A bump in the road caused his head to bounce off the glass. This had been the fourth time it had happened in the last twe...
Submitted to Contest #324
There are nights in every man’s life he will never forget. I, like many others, have several that come to mind. However, it’s the traumatic nights we remember the most vividly. We also tend to seldom talk about those fateful evenings. I can still see the lonely street in Los Angeles that was filled with the comforting sound of melodic metal music. The doors of our favorite bar, The Carousel, were wide open, gracing lower California with the presence of elegant, heavy tunes. Although we had visited the venue dozens of times since we...
Submitted to Contest #322
The referee gives the fighters their final instructions before sending them back to their respective corners. The trainers and cutmen exit the ring, leaving only three people inside the ropes. There is always something special about this moment–the few seconds where both boxers stare each other down before the first bell rings. It’s a brief moment that seems to last forever as my heart begins to race. In all my years of being a boxing fan, I always thought the sound of the first bell was exhilarating, but it’s even more intense when one of t...
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