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Submitted to Contest #324
October 11th, 1968This morn I stood upon the precipice betwixt security and folly to watch them come in with the high tide. It was a precarious position, what with the mischievous wind that assaulted such ferocious intent to upend my perch, but it afforded the clearest view without exposing my existence. The sea from the south raged against the cliffs, sending torrents of monolithic short lived giants to dash themselves in self-destructive fits of fury upon the rocks, an age old battle of centuries waged in victories of millimeters.To the no...
Submitted to Contest #285
01001000 01100101 01101100 01101100 01101111 00101100 00100000 01101101 01111001 00100000 01101110 01100001 01101101 01100101 00100000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01001010 01101111 01110010 01100100 01100001 01101110 00101110…January 1st, 2000Hello, my name is J0rd1n. I am or was or both, a Pentium 64-bit processing, 256 MB, 80 GB hard drive with a GeForce FX 5200 computer, while also existing as a Model P4 quantum bio processing system with 5,866 qubits and capable of sextillion floating-point calculations per second. This may seem confusing...
Submitted to Contest #283
The line was moving faster than it did last year. That meant one of two things, that either efficiency was up, or the more realistic alternative being that fewer New Year’s babies were being born. The practice had become akin to shooting an albatross. No one wanted a New Year’s babe these days. I couldn’t blame them. There was a certain dread to it, that specific date looming, always counting down the days. You couldn’t shake it or ignore it, and despite the day to day activities of life, it was always present in the back of your mind. ...
Submitted to Contest #240
A strong gust blew his curls across his face then waned. She reached out a weak hand and pushed them aside.“It’s out there,” she said.“What is?” he replied, curious despite the grief he was feeling.“The world.”“I don’t know what that means,” he confessed, confused now.“You will…ready the boat…then you will see.”The boy looked behind them to the tree line where the craft was tethered to several trunks. “Can’t I just stay here?” he asked.She shook her head.“You will be alone.”“We have always been alone.” “Not like...
Submitted to Contest #238
When I was a little girl my father said I could be anything. At the age of fifteen, when I came out, he told me I could love whomever I wanted. With acceptance also came an abundance of warnings, but it was acceptance nonetheless. When I turned eighteen he told me that I could no longer be that person.That was the year Drucker was elected. We watched it on the television, me on my side of the couch, clutching the last remnant of my childhood, Mr. Pigglesmith, my father on the edge of his seat, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped ...
Submitted to Contest #236
“My first day was at the reception center. I was only sixteen but I wasn’t the youngest,” he said in that deep raspy voice that sounded like two stones rubbing together, his accent so thick it was almost a parody.“Uh huh,” Penny replied, perusing instagram videos on her phone. She hated being here. Spending her Sunday afternoon at an assisted living center was far from her ideal circumstance. Several rationalities came to mind. First of all, it smelled. The scents were hard to discern. Rather Penny labeled them ‘old people’ smells, a co...
The man dragged Billy by the sleeve of his denim jacket, muttering what seemed to be nonsense. He‘d said his name was Phillip, and he was strong, belying the wiry frame and the malnourished cheekbones. His eyes were set deep inside his skull, beady and haunted, full of secrets that had never been uttered in the light of day, and yet they were familiar at the same time. Billy had tried to struggle at first and received a clout to the head, not hard enough to make him bleed, but enough to make him fearful. The man had snatched him on his walk ...
Shortlisted for Contest #234 ⭐️
12:01am The girl opened her eyes, the sound of a train whistle lingering in her ears. 12:00am The oncoming train blared at him, a bellowing trumpet like an angry elephant. He could see the conductor behind the glass, lit up from the instrument panels. There was a panicked expression on his face, and for that, Sarat was sorry. He tried to smil...
Submitted to Contest #233
Terrance stopped cold in the middle of the street, staring at his phone. A Subaru honked at him and he shuffled the last few steps on leaden feet to the sidewalk, still not looking up from his phone. He felt the familiar tightening in his chest and the accelerated heartbeat that meant the onset of another panic attack.There she was, just flaunting it all over insta for the whole world to see, smiling next to her new beau with the cliche waterfall backdrop, as if their four year marriage and subsequent divorce had never happened. He went to s...
Submitted to Contest #87
Finn always saved her house for last, not just for the chocolate, but the love of mischief that had been his standard all these long years. It was tiring work, visiting so many homes in one evening, and if it wasn’t for the folderol of that last house he would have been bored a long time ago. Rose was a conundrum of a human being. Since childhood she had shown a predilection towards the sciences, constantly experimenting with...
Submitted to Contest #85
His name is Croker. No one knows much about him, not even with the internet at our fingertips. I heard Mr. Chang who owns the dry cleaners down the block even sicced a halfway decent private investigator on his ass, but the guy turned up with the check in hand a few days later, claiming that he’d changed his mind. It was said he had a pretty good shiner and a busted lip but nobody could corroborate that besides Mr. Chang, and no one was asking him any more questions since his acc...
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