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Submitted to Contest #85
John hated the coffee. It was the same everywhere else, the same routine – coffee, two sugars, one cream, talk, bullshit, break, platter of fruit for snack, presentation, graph, bored, lunch, more talk, another graph, some charts, break, talk, end. He didn’t expect to attend so many meetings when he decided to be an environmental planner. He wanted a career that reflected those concise and inspirational summaries ...
Submitted to Contest #84
The cold seeped in from the dark maw of the cave entrance, chilling the disheveled man. The fire helped keep the chill at bay, but it had been reduced to coals for quite some time. The little life it would have breathed into him had it blazed wouldn’t have been enough for him to rise and revive it anyway. He continued to lay against the hard stone floor, his head stiffly propped against his rigid arms. He could feel himself begin shiver, but his depleted body lacked the ener...
Submitted to Contest #33
With a ceremonial pause, Mantene depressed the switch next to the vertical metal column. Above him it spanned into a giant platform that covered him and the land in darkness. He felt a stir in his gut as the already massive shadow that loomed over him spread out even further. The platform groaned as it shifted. It was the only thing standing between him and the mountain on top of it. He was always in awe when this happened. Being one of the few individuals who wasn’t terrified by being beneath the mountain inste...
Submitted to Contest #28
I’ve been on many dates, but none quite as memorable as the one with the horse chiropractor. I was living in a small town up in northern rural British Columbia, Canada. Living there already made dating challenging. Most women my age were either already dating someone, married, had children, or were in the process of having children. It was no surprise they didn’t care to befriend a guy they didn’t know, nor introduce me to any of their cute single friends since there were almost none to be met. I had to go to the larger c...
Submitted to Contest #27
Lakes. Rivers and streams. Forested mountains. There was always something in the passing landscape that would normally capture the eye of passengers, but they passed by in seconds, always missing the gaze of the young man in the last train car. Instead of the geographical features on the other side of the window, he was more drawn to what was in front of him. Inside of his heavily worn jean-style backpack that sat atop the floral patterned matte-blue seats were several books. Hardcover books, text books, all thi...
Submitted to Contest #26
He slammed the glass down hard against the oak counter top, a hard knock shooting across the empty bar. The thirsty patron rested his head on his forearm and pointed at his empty glass, signifying to the disinterested bartender that he wanted yet another drink. Hand gestures were easier than talking, and not necessarily because of impaired speech, though the young man was likely at that point with how much he’d been drinking. The bartender’s lack of eager service wasn’t so much because she disliked the customer who at first glance ...
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