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Submitted to Contest #98
"Home is a little green house in the midwest in 2001. It's a place in the past. It doesn't exist anymore." Heather said, a little uncertain. She wanted a soda. "This guy lived in a greenhouse?" Greg said, pretending not to understand. He was a robot. He understood almost everything. "Yeah, he was a plant. Didn't I tell you?" Heather replied sarcastically. She kept touching her throat as if that would help her thirst. "Is that right? It doesn't sound right." Greg said absentmindedly while typing into a computer terminal. His foot interm...
Submitted to Contest #94
"It's not like you get to choose which apocalypse you're confronted with," David said with that arrogant know-it-all tone of his."You ended your sentence with a preposition," Cora replied without trying to conceal her smirk. She knew this would nettle him.It did. David's eyes narrowed. He was never good at hiding his frustration. "Oh, is grammar what we need to be concentrating on right now?"He was, of course, referring to the impending doom the two of them were ignoring in favor of having petty verbal battles with each other."If not now, wh...
Submitted to Contest #73
It was bad enough that Violet was coming home from the hospital with amnesia on Christmas Eve, but to make matters worse, there were two strange men fist fighting in front of her house. “Stay in the car,” Violet’s sister said as she threw the car into park and unbuckled her seatbelt. Violet watched as her older sister, Amelia, stormed up the driveway. The sudden burst of her voice froze each of the men in their tracks. Amelia swung her finger back and forth between the two men like a Louisville Slugger. The strange men stood there like c...
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