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Dragan Postolovski

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Sound of Silence

Weekly Contest #377

The wind whooshed around the shiny silver shell. Then the parachute opened, and silence took over. T-5 Late summer breeze brushed the grass and swayed the red maples. They groaned gently as the leaves prepared to say goodbye. Steve was sat cross-legged on the porch, sanding a wooden deer figurine. The wind pulled the shavings up in the air and they caught in his throat. It put him in a coughing fit. “Stubborn as an ox! You never listen,” Mary said. She was fighting to keep the clothesline still. The white shirts swung back and forth, alrea...

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White and Black

Weekly Contest #376

The conference room was shaking with noise: laughs, cries and occasional wing flaps. The wood table was already in place, stretching endlessly left and right. Between the wall and the table stood a raised platform, almost hovering above the table. Behind it, the gold door was firmly shut, and John was expecting it to open any moment. He was standing at his spot and was surprised to see the empty seat on his right. “Paul, you’ve seen Mike?” he asked. A chubby man of about forty was sitting on his left. He shook his head. “He’s never late,” Jo...

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Screensaver

“You have been playing for three hours straight. Consider taking a break.” Ridley pressed the ‘x’ button and dismissed the alert. The shooting noises resumed for another twenty-minute blur before his alarm went off. 07:54 He threw the controller on the beanbag and took a big breath. The coffee table was crowded with opened cans and dirty cups. With his attention off the game, the mix of beer and tequila and who knows what else the guys had brought was overpowering. He grabbed a half-full cup with what looked like wine and drank. The stale so...

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The Most Beautiful Day of Your Life

Weekly Contest #368

Ms. Rickers was ninety-three years old. She was lying in the inclined bed with eyes shut, her white hair neatly tucked either side of her round, plump face. She wore the special gown: off-white base with red and pink lilies. It fits her nice, Lucia thought. Better than most. Her elegance was ruined by the thick endotracheal tube in her mouth. Lucia put her raven-black hair in a ponytail, pulled a chair and sat next to the bed. The rhythmic hissing of the ventilator calmed her - there was a certain finality in its inevitable whooshing and bee...

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The Black Pot

Weekly Contest #327

I have a good life. My mother died a very long time ago. I was young and don’t remember much of it. To be honest, I only remember our first home and barely having learned to walk. I never knew my father. He must have died in the war. My brothers told me about the war. It was bloody and messy and terrible. My brothers said it's better that I didn't see it. My stepmother took us in, me and my two brothers. She came to our house one day, and said I will take care of you. She took very good care of us. I really don't remember much from back th...

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The Still Forest

Weekly Contest #325

The stale, humid air was suffocating. The discomfort in his chest was a constant. Every breath came unsatisfying, half-empty, leaving him craving more. He was moving slowly, and yet his legs felt heavier than when sprinting in the open plains. Rubbery vines snaked across the forest floor, tangling his path. Every couple of breaths, hunger pulsed through his empty stomach, draining what little energy remained. The smell should have been overwhelming on its own. The stench of wet, disintegrating leaves and bugs was unlike anything he had sens...

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