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Submitted to Contest #256
Tearing up the ice from underneath the ring they were inseparable. Flying across the whole circle, clouds of snow off left and right. She was a graceful, black dress with “diamonds” glistening along with the snow, he was her shadow lifting her up for the whole invisible audience to see. Companions in skating are viewed as a couple by most, with the exception being athletes themselves and trainers. They glided across. Jane was dancing, Tim – running. “Lift! Lift!” – yelled coach, his commanding voice echoing thro...
Submitted to Contest #254
There truly are places to hide in this world. It may seem small, the same people, same places. Except, because the cities are the same, what about towns? Villages? Or, in my case, truly somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Deserts are non-viable, the satellite scans will snatch your position in seconds. Go into the jungle - you'll risk catching a disease. Small settlements give off rumours. However, mountains are truly somewhere you can disappear. It doesn't mean that I hide. I've established quite the place up here, in the Alps. A lovely mot...
Submitted to Contest #238
Warning, the following story contains: Mental health problems and Violence. "I... I don't know" - James looked away as if trying to physically hide from the question itself, squirming deeper and deeper into the blood-red leathery armchair. Playing the killer as a victim, was by far his last resort. "Please try to remember, Mr. Middleton. I understand that it pains you to, but I have to know exactly what happened" - swiftly responded the doctor, in a well-rehearsed fashion. An old man, in his 60-s, silver stubble face, pale complexi...
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