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Submitted to Contest #280
“Hey, Jeff. Can we talk.”“Oh, that’s not great.”“What do you mean.”“You hate my name, babe. Only use it when something’s wrong. Jeff has become a word more frightening than taxes around here. What did I do.”“I don’t use your name like that, stop it.”“You’re right, I totally forgot. So, what did you wanna talk about, Veronica.”“Ah, I see. Yeah, its bad. Feels weird.”“I know, Veronica.”“Stop it.”“Don’t hit me while I’m washing the dishes.”“Can you just put the things down and come to the table.”“Why, is the dog planning on doing those. B...
Submitted to Contest #242
Welcome.Our story begins in a museum, where two people meet and hit it off. Is it true? Is it made up? Does it matter?Make up your own minds. I’m just your totally trustworthy, if a bit reluctant, narrator. Will keeps staring at the same Minoan pottery, depicting a darkened octopus, tentacles spreading throughout the periphery of the vase. He is not one to avoid a gathering of all the Greek schools of archaeology. The Heraklion Archaeological Museum boasts an astonishing exhibition of pottery, paintings, inscriptions and plenty more. D...
Shortlisted for Contest #240 ⭐️
Don’t Know. The wind, indecisive in its direction, takes the umbrella away from me. “Come on!” I shout. I hear the metallic clicks and snaps of the cheap fabric and reused metal that constitutes an umbrella, as it flies away. It ends up landing on a nearby pothole filled with water and I give up on retrieving it. Too bored or frustrated. Maybe I should spend more money for better quality. “That went well.” My friend says. “Shut up.” The words escape my mouth before I even realize. The rain hits me anywhere it can, as if i...
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