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Submitted to Contest #132
CONTENT WARNING; swearing We were halfway through some Hymn in Italian when my phone went off. Its usually turned off during church so I am surprised it went off at all. Yanking it out of my pocket I moved to turn it off only to see the name on the screen and curse. “We are in church! Turn it off!” Daniella hissed in my ear. I could only apologise to her as I pushed my way out of the aisle and made for the door. I made the mistake to look back and see her thunderstruck face before I thumbed the receiver and put it to my ear and stepped ou...
Submitted to Contest #131
CONTENT WARNING; mental health, self harm, swearing The person in number 5 Orpheus Lane has a scar, at least that was what they all said. “A scar?” Hamish thought to ask when he was told, his voice filled with the sort of tone that showed quite clearly, he considered this to be about as noteworthy as the mayors’ new haircut or any other of the nonsense drivel that seemed to drive the town of Rosebridge. “Aye, a scar” said Mrs Flannagan, shaking her head disapprovingly her thin lips pursed “but not just any old scar I will tell you that...
Submitted to Contest #53
The sun bore down on the brown earth, baking it into a dusty cracked clay that stretched for miles to see. If you stepped on it you would feel it crunch beneath your feet and the hot sand beneath would pour free, ready to be baked by the sun again. Because of this footsteps would stay visible for many days on the great plain. If you ever got lost, you could just turn around and walk your way back, following the line of your own red feet, painted red.The people called it the grace of the sun. They believed he was helping guide travellers...
Submitted to Contest #20
For most people, life begins in warmth. He however, cannot imagine what that must have been like, he was born in cold.Sometimes he dwells on it, the strangeness of it all. How others don’t remember coming into this world. They don’t shudder with thoughts of that hideous gasping first breath. They don’t recall the people that pulled them to the bright light and wiped the muck from their eyes. Their first screams of indignation at being pulled into an existence all too foreign to them. They pulled him from the bog fully formed and screaming. H...
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