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Submitted to Contest #321
I wanted nothing more than to be chosen, to be relieved of the constant pressure, day after day trying to impress—sitting up straight, arms by my side—only to be disappointed. I somehow didn't see you come in. Clouded by the strings of my thoughts, I was only awoken when everybody raised their voices to sing 'Happy Birthday'. I can sing too, I thought, but my voice wasn't ready yet. I stared at you, up on that counter with your number 7 badge. I've never had a birthday.Your grandmother caught my attention early on. She seemed caring, holding...
Submitted to Contest #264
1979 - Outside a movie theatre "Hey! Get outta the way will ya," shooed the box office clerk as Jack and Stanley Stevens disrupted a young couple trying to pay for tickets."Hee-yaww," said Stanley, adding sound effects as he threw an open palm at Jack's torso, to which Jack leaned back like a limbo champion to avoid."Eyat!" Jack made his move—a springing jump-kick aimed at Stanley's upper leg. A muffled thud came from his jeans when Jack's dirty converse connected with the back of Stanley’s thigh."Waddaw-yaht!" Stanley leaped at Jack, spinni...
Submitted to Contest #243
I wanted nothing more than to be chosen, to be relieved of the constant pressure, day after day trying to impress—sitting up straight, arms by my side—only to be disappointed. I somehow didn't see you come in. Clouded by the strings of my thoughts, I was only awoken when everybody raised their voices to sing 'Happy Birthday'. I can sing too, I thought, but my voice wasn't ready yet. I stared at you, up on that counter with your number 7 badge. I've never had a birthday. Your grandmother caught my attention early on. She seemed caring, ...
Submitted to Contest #230
An arrogant hunter drops a severed giant's head onto the tavern counter with a thunk. "How shall I receive my reward?" he asks. A large bald man had been polishing tankards behind the counter. He turned at the question the hunter posed. A thick brown beard with three thin beaded-braids hangs from his chin. "And how, may I ask, did you come across this–" he glares at the greyish head leaking on his counter, "–beast," he snarls. The arrogant hunter leans on the counter, planting himself to speak of his deeds. "Now that's a tale that will for...
Submitted to Contest #228
“Welcome, welcome. Lemme take yuh bags, sir." "Oh, thanks mate." A short, afro-haired gentleman in a baggy suit takes a suitcase from the father and proceeds to pull a satchel from his shoulder. "Really there's no need." The man holds the strap of the bag in attempt to keep it but the pudgy Jamaican gives an insistent tug. "Oh. Thank you. What's your name?" "Mi name eh Grumpy. Dat wha mi friends call me, anyhow." "Well, it's nice to meet you Grumpy," says the man's wife as the Jamaican insists on taking her bags too. "This is my wife Samanth...
Submitted to Contest #204
There are two wolves fighting inside all of us. One is evil, one is good. Which one will you feed?Those are my father's words. Chief Long Branch. He was a wise man. Wisdom is of the future, he used to say, knowledge is of the past. It is better to be wise, River Walker.I hear his voice as clear as ever now, as I watch Mama weave a blanket on the loom under the big tree, just as she did every day before I was born and each day after. My father told me stories of me watching her as an infant, her little girl peering up at her from beneath the ...
Submitted to Contest #199
Strobe lights of green and blue shoot across the air as I stare, dark pupils absorbing colour from every refraction of light and sound, clashing in harmony around the room. I will never leave this place. My mouth runs dry. My lips remember their place in the sand as the back of my throat dries up like a sponge left in front of the window on a hot summer's day. Bass is flowing from the sound system like Mediterranean waves on a cool night. I am alive. Time slows down here. The dose of amnesia, administered to us through reverb...
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