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Submitted to Contest #330
The two college students were the only ones on the path. They were walking back to Serena’s dorm. The only sounds around them were the buzzing of the streetlamps and the scuffing of their shoes on the pavement. They had been embroiled in a discussion about their classes and professors, until the silence of the evening suddenly washed over them, gently hushing their voices. Jake noticed that they were walking very closely together now, and his heart fluttered. He stole a glance at her face. It was a face that he had known since they were in m...
Submitted to Contest #325
The house was scrubbed clean of its previous owners. It was ready to be filled with new furniture; couches you could sink into, boxes of shiny toys, bookshelves teeming with the smell of old leather and paper. It was ready for new clothes to fill its closets, new soap dispensers in its bathrooms, and new pans to hang above the stove. It was ready for new coasters, stained with rings, from shiny new coffee mugs. Most of all, it was ready for framed pictures with new people. Unlike the house’s former owners, these people would be alive. Now, a...
Submitted to Contest #323
Lyros stood huddled with his fellow priests, encircling a stone mound, with a flame bursting from a basin in its center. Their thin cloaks did little to shield them from the stone cold of the cavern, and the torch did very little to warm them. The flame was not strong enough to ward off such a deathly cold. It merely provided an orange light that cast dancing shadows on their hooded faces. Only their mouths were visible.Lyros looked at the mushroom in his right hand. It was pale green, with a slender stem, and a small cap. The stem was sligh...
Submitted to Contest #322
WARNING: Contains content about eating disorders and parental abuse It's 6:30 in the morning. The cold bathroom tile makes my whole body shiver. I rub my arms and step on the bathroom scale. It creaks as it compresses under my weight. I feel conscious of every pound that makes up my body. The red needle flies up, then settles at the number 99. I let out a sigh of relief. My mother nods, "Not bad, we really gotta keep you under 100." She's sitting with her legs crossed on a stool. I nod and step off the scale. Last week I was 103. My mom had ...
Submitted to Contest #315
The house is blanketed in a suspenseful yet comforting silence, that is uniquely felt on special occasions. My eyes flutter open and I roll my head to the side to read the glowing alarm clock. It reads 12:01. It’s officially Christmas morning. The room is now beginning to take shape as my eyes adjust. The little pockets of light that were buried under the dark revealing themselves. My husband is sleeping on his side, facing away from me. He’s tucked under the covers, his shape nearly indistinguishable. For a moment I linger in the silence an...
Submitted to Contest #312
The silence on the other end was stifling him. This phone call was supposed to be quick. His girlfriend would notice if he got home too late. “Thank you for holding sir, I’ve verified your information. It looks like you’ve owned Julie for … almost a year now. That is past our trial period so you wouldn’t be eligible for a refund.”Her voice echoed through the speaker of his car. He had pulled over down the street from his own townhouse inside the complex. He turned the volume knob down, “That’s fine”She continued, “… but if you are interested...
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