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Submitted to Contest #18
Arthur stared at himself in the mirror, amazed that his leather jacket still fit. Residue of the years streaked caramel strands in the deep clay color. His fingers pinched the patinated bronze zipper. It slid just as smoothly as it had the day he had bought it. He looked on, reading the lines in his face, stories written in his wrinkles, and a gray, thinning scalp. His breath fogged the mirror, shoulders slumped. An ache in his chest bid him, urged him to reconsider. Arthur shook his head and waved his hand at the thoughts that swarmed like ...
Submitted to Contest #11
John stared at his handiwork. A painted popsicle stick frame. Red, green, orange. Most of the macaroni was gone, either chipped off by the uncountable falls or chewed upon after said fall gave Barney, the old lab, the opportunity to snack. He felt the hum of the old refrigerator under his finger tips. Linoleum cold under his socked feet. The lights, those long, tubed fluorescent types, warbled a white glow. He smiled, remembered the smell of cooking bacon. Of pancakes, stale coffee, and the all too unforgettable sound of the sizzling sk...
Submitted to Contest #8
The USS Watterson lay in utter ruin. Rubber shreds, tangled amongst sandy sticks and pebbles littered the beach as the lapping tide nibbled them into its silty depths. The Captain was unconscious, face down in the damp grit of the shore. His eyes fluttered, then opened. Desolation lay about him and his lungs burst with pain as his breath stretched full once again. He sat up, eyeing the wreckage. “Avast,” he muttered, salty air chafing his lungs. “How long have I been out here?” No one answered, of course. He was the last of his s...
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