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Submitted to Contest #289
The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here. What is this place? My gaze flies around the dark and cold space I’ve been awakened. Through the paint yellow light, coming from somewhere I cannot locate at the moment, I see dark stone walls and engraved surfaces. Strong pain crushes like a wave to my skull from within. Have I been injured? I feel numb and painful, in more parts than just my head. If yes, then I cannot locate the source of it as my whole body feels uncomfortably stretched. I narrow my eyes, in the hope of seeing somethin...
Submitted to Contest #248
Golden Springs, another backwood village that doesn’t make the requirements to be worth a spot on a map, Vania thought as her blue Citroen reached the first sign of civilisation, saying ‘Welcome to Golden Springs’. The GPS had left her in the middle of nowhere about twenty minutes ago, unable to find a signal. The moment Chief Richards stood in front of her desk and announced the news of her temporary assignment to the police force, Vania thought that it was probably one of his usual pranks. Driving blind, Vania was almost certain she got lo...
Submitted to Contest #242
“It is with great pleasure that I present you the artefact we've been searching agonisingly for the past six months.” I gracefully pass my opened palm above the series of vases standing in front of the podium, carefully placed on an exhibition stand. “These are rumoured to be the last divine prank of Hermes.” The room, although packed with people falls silent. Everyone I look at seems like holding their breath. “This set of vases contains the remains of a team of inferior deities that were serving the great god of Olympus. According to vario...
Submitted to Contest #233
Drunk Dragon is one of the most known bars not only in the small town of Korake but in the whole region. A hidden jewel surrounded by an emerald forest in the countryside, only for a very selective clientele. You see, Drunk Dragon is not an ordinary bar. From Vampire Elders to Werewolf Alphas and from Centaurs to Fairies, this place is the best if you want to find creatures outside of the norms of our lives. And that’s exactly the reason I’m here tonight. Supernatural beings don’t get along well with humans. Their soft mortality makes t...
Submitted to Contest #165
Here we go again, Matthew murmured as he entered the manor house a few hours after they received the call this morning. It was another typical day at the office. When the phone started to ring frantically at this early time, it was a sign that something big has happened. And when the person on the other end of the line was screaming that he found the lifeless body of Timothy Rogan, the world-famous solar energy businessman, the whole precinct was up in the air. Matthew hated rich people. Most of the time the police department had to cov...
Submitted to Contest #152
Chloe almost runs into the large corridor, her heels echo on the marble floor. “This is madness” she mumbles as she keeps forward until she reaches the end of it. There are open spaces on both sides of the corridor, and she can hear upset voices coming from every direction. This is a nightmare. She opens the dark wooden door and enters the reception. It’s a total mess. People are running in every direction. Some are holding piles of papers that can barely see in front of them as they run. Others are talking on their phones barking orders ...
Submitted to Contest #144
A veil of dust collapses on the top of my head as I open the attic door. It’s been a long time since someone used it. The stairs unfold with loud creaks. I have to put some oil on them.Normally, I should wait for Jack to come back home but earlier he called to say that he’ll be late. So why waste time? At least I hope that if I fall, he will be back in time to get me to the hospital. The stairs continue their metallic scream as I step on them, but they manage to hold me.It’s been four years since my grandfather died and his house was the app...
Submitted to Contest #140
I had almost forgotten about it, until one day I see a golden envelope sliding under my door. I get it in my hand and turn it around. ‘Class of 2009’ is written neatly on the front. I sigh of boredom as I open it and take out the invitation. Reunion. How nice. “That is an event I’ll be avoiding at all costs.” At least that’s what I’ve said to Maggie when we were on the final year of high school, one day talking throughout a break. And I believe I’ll keep my word. We haven’t even finished the year, and most were already making plans how...
Submitted to Contest #139
3 March 20XX I’ve woke up again with that strange dream. It’s been over a month since it started. Every night I see the same dream, with the only difference that each time I see a bit more of it until I wake up screaming. This is insane. The dream is so familiar to me now, that sometimes I cannot say if this is a dream or reality. When it starts and I find myself on a plateau, floating in the sky, I say at once that this is a dream. Then, everything that happens is so real, feels real too, and my mind gets confused. I found myself wit...
Submitted to Contest #137
Note: The story contains acts of physical violence. There’s nothing more heartbreaking than this moment, I tell myself as I sit next to the kitchen table, looking at them playing so innocently in the living room. Alexander is standing next to me, one hand holding a mug of hot coffee, his other hand around my waist. “Are you sure about this?” he asks me, and I find it so hard to meet his face. “It’s my only option.” I whisper. “I cannot take the risk to find you, things are going wild.” I always had in the back of my mind that thin...
There is nothing more rewarding to call the day than sitting in my favourite table, at my favourite shop and enjoy a cup of hot coffee along with my favourite muffin. ‘Lina’s confectionery’ is the best place to be. Except from today. Yes, you guessed right, it’s Valentine’s Day. I was walking from work to the shop, and I had totally forgotten about this day, until I turn around the corner and find a long queue outside the store. Thankfully, ‘Linda’s confectionery’ had another entrance for those who just want to have a drink and enjoy the swe...
Submitted to Contest #131
They were coming from different words. They’ve been raised under different cultures. She was the blood high priestess. He was the respected Lord General of humans. They had only one thing in common, they hated each other to the bone. For centuries, the relations between those two realms were tense. Nowadays, it was just natural to hate each other. Until something appeared out of nowhere, threatening the existence of life on this planet. That was the point where they decided to make a truce, put their differences on the side and unite forc...
Submitted to Contest #130
I feel a massive wave of pain on my left side, just below the ribs. Instinctively I place my hand on it. I lift it moments later and see a warm scarlet liquid coming out of my body. Instantly I feel dizzy, the sight of blood causes me that nausea feeling I hate so much. I try to look around for Jack, but my sight becomes blur. My feet feel like jelly, and I expect to crumble on the ground any second now. It all started about two weeks ago. It was a simple mission for such an experienced agent as Jack and everything were going smooth so fa...
Submitted to Contest #129
Silence. Utter silence. I was sitting in the living room on a large, brown couch with my laptop on my knees, a cup of hot coffee on the table in front of me and my gun carefully placed under some pillows next to me. White, fluffy snow has covered my sight from every window around. It’s almost a week since I came here. I was relaxing in my apartment in Paris when I got a letter from my mentor. I had been teasing him for not using modern ways of communication like emails, but he said that there’s no greater pleasure than writing on paper. On...
Submitted to Contest #128
It’s been about an hour since I was waiting in the tea house. I get my phone out of my bag and check again the message he send me this morning. I will explain everything. Meet me at Charlie’s at 4 o’clock. I’m not in the wrong place. However, is 5.15 and he’s nowhere to be seen. I give him a call. Voicemail. I let out a sigh and put my phone on the table. The waitress comes towards me, putting on her face her best smile. I take a quick look on the menu she had left on the table when I entered. “What can I bring you?” she asked. “Ear...
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