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Submitted to Contest #66
“I’m going down as a legend, whether or not you like me or not. I am the new Jim Morrison. I am the new Kurt Cobain. I am Warhol. I am Shakespeare in the flesh.” So says my favorite performer and songwriter. When I’m successful, I’ll have to make sure to call him. I’ll let him know how much he inspired me in the lonesome, gloomy days renting a cold basement and filling my notebook with dreams. I used to put his songs on a loop and repeat their affirmations to myself as I worked. No self-pity for me. Thanks, Kanye! Of course, all the stuf...
Submitted to Contest #65
“You really mean to keep us here all night?” asked Harris. “If you work fast, we might be away before daybreak,’ Jones said. Harris pulled his shovel out of his bag. Its blade was still stuck with a dry layer of clay from its last ignoble venture. ‘I’m the best gravedigger this town ever had. Sometimes I get the grave done before the body’s finished dying off. Which one do you want?’ ‘There,’ said Jones, as he gestured with one hand toward a relatively new gravestone. Among the crumbling and moss-ridden stones dating back to the sevent...
Submitted to Contest #64
'This place is tyrannical,' Adannaya said. 'If they won't let us have books then we should've been allowed to bring books.' 'We do get books,' Anke said. 'Only “approved” books.' Adannaya flopped onto her bed. A girls' school was already outdated—especially one that didn't allow phones or television. But she could live without her phone and TV. They also didn’t allow any books from outside the school. When she'd been told not to bring her own, she'd complied without protest—assuming an accredited boarding school would have an extensive...
Submitted to Contest #62
‘Revenge is a dish best served cold,’ or so they always said—whoever ‘they’ were. Right now, as the old aphorism passed through his mind, he smirked vaguely under the tinted visor of his breath mask. The cliché was appropriate in an ironic, cruel sort of way. If he’d had time to come to terms with events, he might’ve been able to appreciate it more. But this was a hasty decision, made in desperation, and he still hadn’t accepted it beyond what it was necessary. Mostly he was operating on the last remaining dregs of willpower he had left. B...
Submitted to Contest #61
Most kids have teddies or some variation of that, but I had my plush little harlequin. Each night he would sit faithfully beside my head, and stare down the monsters with his frozen expression. And there were a lot of monsters. No names for any of them—they were too primeval for names. A werewolf in a story can be killed, vampire staked. Dragons and manticores can be slain, given enough time. Even Godzilla eventually retreats to the ocean. But these shadowed things weren’t fairytales. They didn’t inhabit neat little stories with rules that c...
Submitted to Contest #56
‘Thence ill-favored creatures, Elves and giants, orc-neas, Came into being… ' —Beowulf Niki had never seen an orc before. She was taken aback by the grayish, mottled-green skin; the huge, hulking outlines of their bodies, and the massive tusks and fangs that protruded from their mouths. But the pointed ears looked a lot like hers, though more pronounced. Though she had been raised among humans, her half-elf heritage couldn’t be hidden without maiming her ears, and so her human mother had simply instructed her to wear her hair long. Sometim...
Submitted to Contest #53
A few weeks with the parents in Michigan seemed like a good way to spend the summer. Classes were over and Jen had saved enough money during the school year to take a two-and-a-half-month vacation until work resumed in the fall. Her students had also bestowed on her several gift cards for coffees and small purchases at retail stores, on behalf of their parents, who made more money than she did. On holidays and other special occasions—like the end of the school year—she could always count on such small tokens of appreciation for watching thei...
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