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Submitted to Contest #98
TW: car accident The hospital hallway is white. The floor’s slapped with the occasional red and brown tile, the grout the lightest gray, though nobody’s looking except for Creed. “Hello?” he yells, stumbling down the bright corridor, light glaring off the walls. “Hello, excuse me! How do I get out of here?” There’re double doors in front of him, and he hopes they lead out, because he’s been in here for too long: he doesn’t know how he got here, only that he’s not supposed to be here right now. Before he reaches the doors, they slam open, and...
Submitted to Contest #96
Hanson was afflicted by a mischievous little thief. Not a normal thief—the situation might’ve almost been better if that had been the case, because then Hanson could’ve called the police and been done with it, but no: this thief didn’t break in and steal his laptop or kitchen knives or whatever thieves were supposed to steal, they took the icicles from his roof. How was Hanson supposed to call the police and, without coming across as a madman, tell them that a tiny person who regularly wore tight pants with rainbow belts was stealing his&nbs...
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