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Submitted to Contest #86
The red gloom darkened as evening approached, much earlier than it ever had before the explosion. Athena grimaced, hoisting her backpack on her shoulders. “We should get back to camp,” she told the crew of gangly teenagers behind her. They didn’t need to be told twice. While none of them had seen the source of the screeches and yowls that started every night at sundown, they had heard enough stories to know that they didn’t want to know. They had seen enough mangled corpses to reinforce that knowledge. Athena adjusted ...
Submitted to Contest #77
Becca swore that it was raining when she awoke that January morning, her eyes still blurred by sleep and mind confused with half-remembered dreams. She did not expect the white coating on the garden outside her window. Or the wet, and half melting snowmen in the yards across the street. “Balls,” she said, tugging her comforter around her shoulder as she stood to get a better look, pushing her glasses onto her face, “Balls, balls, balls.” It wasn’t that Becca hated snow, so much. She just really disliked everything about it. She disliked the ...
Submitted to Contest #76
“Claire and Patrick are getting a divorce,” Marge said, over the sound of the weatherman’s predictions for the day. “What was that?” her husband, Ron, answered. “I said Claire and Patrick are getting divorced. Apparently, they’ve been sleeping in separate rooms for years.” “Oh dear,” Ron said, “Would you like cream or sugar in your tea?” “Just some sugar. But can you imagine? Married for thirty years and throwing in the towel? I mean, Patrick was far from perfect, but Claire had her own fair share of nut-so moments over the years too.” Her h...
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