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Submitted to Contest #330
"I can't be bothered with this."Neil walked away, forcing his wife to follow. Her annoyance grew as he strode ahead. He had unlocked the car and was sitting in it by the time she arrived. She paused to allow traffic to pass and then got in. The tension between them crackled as he pulled the car out into traffic. Neither was speaking; the atmosphere built and built until it had a Jupiter-like density. The perfect end to the perfect night, he thought bitterly. Several hours earlier, he had been walking the dog when it had bitten him. The tooth...
Submitted to Contest #322
Erez looked at the young woman designated Raven through the two-way mirror. The once-pretty woman was gone. Her lip split, her nose broken, all told a story of violence. The shackles had cut into her wrists and ankles through the repeated interrogations, leaving them bruised, raw, and bleeding. Erez watched the look of horror on Raven's face as the two men tipped back the chair she was shackled to. Raven violently shook her head, desperate to avoid the cloth that Ulf wanted to wrap across her face.Even without sound, there was no mistake. Th...
Submitted to Contest #288
With one hand holding the silver tray, the waiter carefully places, first, the coaster, a napkin and finally, the tall, frosted glass of orange juice. Each item is arranged in an almost zen-like meditation on excellence. The frosted glass perspires in the heat. Rivulets of sweat run the length of its shape, promising ice-cold refreshment. The waiter hovers, awaiting instruction. "Thanks," is all I can mutter, engrossed in the regimentation of it all. Silently, the waiter moves away. In the distance, I hear the sound of cars and bicycle bells...
Submitted to Contest #287
Edward scanned the crowds, wondering if he had missed Noémie. He was sure he had made two mistakes today. The first was agreeing to meet at Covent Garden station on a Saturday morning. The summer sunshine had drawn out both Londoners and tourists alike, causing crowds in the street. The second, he was not so sure. He had agreed to meet with Noémie, unsure if it was a date or more the need for a companion and guide. They had met at one of his sister's dinners. He had been brought in at the last minute to make up the numbers. Anna was now bri...
Submitted to Contest #267
Stevie-TPrompt - Your character overhears something that changes their path.By Colin Phillips8 September 20242934 wordsContent warning: This story contains strong language, depictions of transphobia, discrimination, and emotional distress. Reader discretion is advised.Less than twenty-four hours into 1973, Stevie sat in the diner nursing a cup of coffee, watching the sky lighten as dawn broke. The coffee was a bitter, overcooked cup of Joe courtesy of Jack's endless coffee. Jack's was an all-night diner just off the highway. It had been a w...
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