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Submitted to Contest #46
"Okay. So. Uh … The story I've written is about this guy, Gonzo, but that's not his real name, and he's in prison, like, Ocala Pen or whatever, somewhere in BC. I'll get that all sorted out before I finish it. And he's like, a gangster type, you know? And in the gangs, they have this thing, they call it de-boarding, where anyone who gets out of line or is in debt to the gangs gets a beating, and like, I don't know why they call it that, but they do, and they have like a trial sort of thi...
Submitted to Contest #45
The fire popped and crackled outside the hide lodge. Inside, they heard none of it. The elder was playing a hand drum and singing an honor song, to express gratitude to the ancestors for all the blessings the People had received, for the sweat lodge itself and the ceremony that had been passed down for thousands of generations. The lodge had been built in the traditional way, with eight saplings set into eight holes, in groups of two, each group facing one of the four cardinal directions. The tops...
Submitted to Contest #44
First, there's the light, like a thousand flashbulbs all going off at once, then the skidding as I panic, try to steer away from the light, the car losing control and nailing the guardrail, then the screaming of metal as the car goes over, tumbling, rolling, crashing, finally coming to a stop, me hanging upside down, held in place by my seatbelt. I feel horrible stuff going on all over my body. That was a shit-kicking if I ever had one, and I've had plenty. And yet, I have the feeling that the worst is yet to come. ...
Submitted to Contest #43
"Sandy!" Bill was at the foot of the stairs, in a state of obvious agitation. "Sa-andy!" "Bi-ill", she called back in a mocking voice. "I'm getting ready for work. You know I'm walking today. I have to leave in 15 minutes. Can't this wait?" "No, it can't wait. What the hell is sitting behind the recliner?" "Behind the recliner?!" She came down the stairs quickly. Sandy did everything quickly. That was her thing. Today was the only the third day this spring that...
Submitted to Contest #42
It's an interesting view. Not that it can last, but still, one has to appreciate the world as it comes, not as we might wish it might be. Clearly, I can see sweet Genevieve, a bruise on her beautiful forehead, the centre of this whole mess. Next to her is Bishop Grandin, the sadistic bastard. The two of them holding hands. What has it been? Two, maybe three days since this all started? It was only yesterday that the Bishop and I had our little meeting. Genevieve wa...
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