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Submitted to Contest #82
I dump my empty breakfast bowl in the sink of my tiny one-room flat and grab a bottle of filtered water from the fridge. “Hey Artelli, check air quality levels.” The speaker beside my TV lights up, and an airy, synthetic voice fills the flat. “The air quality in London today is four hundred and thirty-seven. Conditions today are hazardous, with high levels of nitrogen dioxide. Staying indoors is advised. PPE should be worn when heading outdoors.” &nb...
Submitted to Contest #70
I can still taste her lips, sweet like peach Chapstick and vodka. My mind returns to the hotel room, paid for by the company; the tiny bottles from the mini fridge, empty on the table. I replay the way I unzipped her dress, slowly, allowing the anticipation to build, then nudged the straps off her shoulders. The silk, so smooth that it rippled like water, cascaded off her curves and fell to the floor, revealing her soft, pale skin. She shivered when I ran my fingers down her spine. I wrapped myself in her smell as I kissed her neck. We moved...
Submitted to Contest #66
My heart feels like it’s trying to punch a hole in my chest. If it weren’t trying so hard to keep me alive, I think it might kill me. It’s trying so hard to oxygenate my body, but my lungs can’t suck air in fast enough. The filter in this mask needs changing. I’m so tempted to tear it off. I push myself to keep running. Not far now. Pain shoots through my foot as I roll my ankle on a piece of rubble. I stumble. Every footstep sears red-hot. A bullet whizzes ...
Submitted to Contest #65
I’ve been trapped here for so long. In this dark and shadowy place. I can’t see the shadows, but I can feel them: shadows of time, shadows of places. Sometimes the seconds seem to stretch out for all eternity, other times it’s as though I’ve just arrived here – wherever here is. It seems like here is both everywhere and nowhere. An in-between place. When my soul was violently ripped from my body, it felt as though I was on fire; burning from the inside out....
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