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Submitted to Contest #304
Kings and Queens As Andrew swung his suitcase over the gap and stepped down onto the platform with Millie at his side he realised that, not for the first time that weekend, they had made a mistake. The moon and stars were obscured by a veil of grey clouds, leaving the only light sources a flicking electronic timetable suspended above the platform and the weak glow of an aging floodlight on the opposite side of the station. Their platform was deserted and surrounded on three sides by a white picket fence that wouldn’t have looked out of place...
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TW: Death of humans and animalsStorm Emmet From her elevated position in her fishmonger shop Kelyn could oversee the town, the harbour and the storm beyond. She pressed Pa’s binoculars against the shop’s rear window and studied the waves in the English Channel, churning as though they were being stirred within a giant cauldron. Darkened clouds blotted out the sun giving the impression that it was night rather than the middle of the afternoon. A lone fishing trawler ploughed into a grey wave, in a desperate attempt to reach the shelter of the...
Submitted to Contest #287
Trigger warning: Death of child and racism Flotsam and Jetsam ‘Okay Stanley, you’ll be live on air as soon as you hear the beep.’ ‘Thank you,’ Stanley muttered into the receiver and curled his toes inside his slippers. Brillo, his West Highland Terrier, stirred in his basket as the rain continued to drum against the back door. Stanley looked up at Jake’s photo, the frame of the picture catching the glare from the glowing fireplace. His grandson smiled down at him, a shadow on his chin betraying a hint of stubble. The title card for Goo...
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