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Submitted to Contest #326
John had great big waterproof boots on. He also had a waistcoat and a buttoned up shirt. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbow and his tie was loosened. He was with Eric, who wore a similar outfit. Eric was shorter but with a broader chest. He was trying to keep his cigarette glowing in the salty sea winds. The air was cold and quiet. It was corpse wind.The hotel stood next to them, eight floors high with thick white, sugary walls. Yellow light limped through the windows of the ground floor, and there was the subdued sound of furniture bei...
Submitted to Contest #324
“That’s the problem,” he says, “it’s winter.”You focus now. Who is he again? Ah yes, the human displeasure. He introduced himself to you earlier. His name escapes you, just like that lazy eye of his.It is early morning. You had walked out of your dorm and discovered him sitting on the bottom of the steps, where the foyer is. He was leaning against the bannister, mouth agape, eyes closed, with a pair of coffees by his feet in takeaway cups.Despite your best attempts (which included tiptoeing and holding your breath) his eyes fluttered open.“O...
Submitted to Contest #261
27/07/24 Dear Michael, I must say thank you for handling the murder. It was rather a difficult situation, with the information that Tina had on me. I’m sending this postcard to you to double check that you have done everything strictly to the instructions that I gave you.1. Have you made sure that the bullet has been cleaned of fingerprints? The casing as well?2. Have you made sure that the suicide note is written by the typewriter in Tina’s office? If this has not been done yet, please ensure to call ahead to warn of a bomb threat to the lo...
Submitted to Contest #257
“You have flaws…and I could make stars of them.”Mac slid a cigarette from a box on the nightstand. The torn cellophane hung like a hangnail and gleamed in the scar of light that peeked through the half closed door.“Huh?” He said.“On your back,” Beth said, “here, a full flay of them, flecked and scattered.”He twisted around and lay on his back and put the cigarette between his lips and flicked his thumb against the head of the match not once, not twice, but thrice before a fire crackled to life from the sulfur. He lit the edge of his cigarett...
Submitted to Contest #55
The two men are in the small house. One of them is slumped against the wall. He can’t move much. The one that stands has a black beard that has been stained with blood and puss. He holds a bloody axe in his right hand. His chest is heaving. It is the slumped man’s blood and puss that is in his beard. The sun is setting. The orange glow is bitter as it yawns through the old house. It is cut to shreds by windowpanes and door frames. “Hey,” says the one on the floor, “I got some cigarettes I’ve been saving for this shit. Still got your light...
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