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Submitted to Contest #327
*Contains explicit language* “MR. CHIPS!”“Huh?”“MR.CHIPS!”“Huh?”“CHIPS!”“Huh?”Bates McGee eyes bugged at said Mr. Chips. Though his bared teeth, red face, and looming, pointing finger looked like the animation of an angry man, Bates McGee was more flabbergasted than enraged. For over three years he’s been living with “that damned” Mr. Chips. Thirty-six months, two weeks, one days, thirteen hours, and 2.63 minutes of companionship and in that current space of time Bates McGee had seen the unprecedented, the incredulous, the impossible. Mind y...
Submitted to Contest #325
“Marcus.”“Amy.”And an awkward pause. Amy waited for her boyfriend to explain himself. Marcus wanted her to leave. Amy needed him to be honest. Marcus could have gone without Amy needing his honesty. Amy just wished he wasn’t scared of her. Marcus was scared of the rustling behind him and that Amy would -what?- not be so keen on it?Well, Marcus was too far into his friend to philosophize about his girlfriend’s ability to not freak the fuck out. Marcus spent the past three months philosophizing. Now he prayed Amy wouldn’t kill him for what he ...
Submitted to Contest #232
“Will you stay with me?” “I’ll be right here.” “Will you?” “Yes.” A silvery shadow fell from the sky. A chain, as wide as the moon and the length from it to the Earth, lumbered down into the western horizon. A billion rockets, burning til they exploded, slowed its descent. Vincent, a tall and slender man, would have faced quite the wind if not. The rockets worked fine, though. In a moment, the chain will slip into its bolt with the force of a feather. Seeing the rockets, unaccountable sparkles surrounding a metal megalith, he sighed at ...
Submitted to Contest #231
I eat and that’s me. The cocktail shrimp tastes like wet sticks, and I swallow it. The crackers, tasteless, damned by salt, dry my mouth. Cold and dead things; I eat and that’s normal of me. I stand amongst lifelong friends I’ve seen just today. Murky faces I talk and act to like I adore them. Lapses in normality or common gestures I quickly blame on the vomit tasting Chardonnay. I play and convince others of myself. Therefore, this new self must surely be me. “You know what, Gary? You remind me of one of those gloomy, handsome hero...
Submitted to Contest #205
Cedar and old dog piss wraps around our scene. A dropped feather could fill the space with sound. A round table covered in a white cloth and a ring of candles sits in the middle of several individuals. In the flickering glow, Robert DeMois could see their shapes, some being small, tall, and in various widths. Yet there faces had lost their features. All the curves of the flesh were there, but gone were the blemishes and crevices that life paints with. Shadows pooled in the hollows of their cheeks and eyes. If not for the occasional twitch, R...
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