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Submitted to Contest #60
Ingrid had been shunted awake by a hurricane, an earthquake, some disaster that’d brought the world down around their IKEA bedroom. The noise was so thunderous and overwhelming that she needed the violent tremors and falling objects to convince her it wasn’t just her eardrums imploding. And then it was silent. Horrifically silent. The quiet was thicker than the darkness. Some plaster fell out of that darkness onto her arm. “Agh!” She anxiously awaited the next impact, flinching against the unknown. At some point, she realised that ...
Submitted to Contest #27
It wasn’t just fear that clouded the face of Karl Mikkelsson beneath his silver-rimmed glasses. It was regret. And now that tortured face popped back into Hannah’s head – prompted by the annual reminder email from HR: Remember to cast your Spring Cleaning vote by 5 PM on Wednesday. After all, Karl had been her choice. Her vote had played a part in condemning him. She didn’t even dislike him that much, but she knew that some people found him a bit aloof and unapproachable. No great crime, but she guessed that’s w...
Submitted to Contest #16
The rising sun twinkled as it emerged from its hiding place behind Mt Kenashi, making Hana wince. She’d always felt sorry for Mt Kenashi – the hairless mountain. Its big sister Mt Fuji had the perfect posture, sides flowing gracefully up to meet Amaterasu, the goddess of the sun and the universe. While Kenashi was unremarkable in appearance: a big dollop of rock simply fallen from the Heavens and forgotten, the remains of Play-Doh used to lovingly craft Fuji. She didn’t even have a crown of snow like her famous big sister. Peo...
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