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Submitted to Contest #314
The end of loneliness 1 Rocky knew it was close to the end. He wasn’t especially young, and moving around hurt a little more sometimes. He'd barely eaten in days, and water was even more scarce. None had fallen from the sky in a long time, and he was panting from the overwhelming heat. He'd wandered away from the areas crowded with people, looking for someplace cooler and with water. He found trees, and they helped, but many of them looked like they were in as much need as he was. His person had once referred to him as a Golden Shephar...
Submitted to Contest #313
There’s always a way out NOTE: This story contains scenes of emotional abuse and violence. The chill air was awash with a clean, crisp, minutely tangy aroma. Impending snow. Felicity closed her eyes and drank in the scent of it, calming her chaotic heartrate and allowing her to breathe freely again. She had finally stopped crying, but her tear-streaked cheeks still stung a bit from the cold air. Sitting down heavily on the top of her front steps, she pressed her face into her hands to block out the world. Unfortunately, that didn't sto...
Submitted to Contest #306
NOTE: This story contains themes of mental health and talk of death, which may be disturbing to some. Monday, June 2, 2025 - 8amMy hopes and dreams that the weekend would somehow magically continue after Sunday were crushed, again, under the weight of my mortgage, car payment, insurance, and grocery budget.All of these, and more, conspired to force me back to work this dreadful day of the week. As usual, I'll likely start the day by staring at my computer screen wondering why I do this day in and day out, despite the aforementioned balls an...
Submitted to Contest #304
Arrival The small silver craft careened through space in dead silence. The quiet exterior of its teardrop-shaped hull belied a serenity that was missing from the interior. At least five different sirens blared, and lights flashed all over the console and heads-up displays on the bridge. "X9, silence the alarms, if you would, please!" Endin yelled into the air. A moment later, the only sounds were the rustle of fabric, as he shifted in the console chair, and the ceaseless hum of the drive. That and his heavy breathing, as he did his best ...
Submitted to Contest #303
Paul surreptitiously looked left, then right, for any onlookers. Seeing the coast clear, he gingerly placed the tape dispenser into the file box on his desk. Another quick glance around, and in went the stapler. No one would want to disinfect these when he was gone, he reasoned, and he wasn’t the first to take their desk supplies when they’d quit. He felt no guilt at his kleptomania. It took him longer to clean out his desk than he would have imagined. After an hour of file shredding and clashing with his sense of nostalgia, his desk was ...
Submitted to Contest #297
If there existed a moon in the preternaturally dark night sky, Darin was unaware of it. If pinpricks of stars glittered the firmament, he had no knowledge of them. The thick canopy of forestry surrounding him would have been enough to obscure any such lesser lights, even if the moisture-heavy clouds above hadn't begun their weeping.But he was oblivious to even those.No, Darin's view of the joys of the heavens were sufficiently obscured by the malaise that had descended upon him.Returning from his sister's country house was always an exercise...
Submitted to Contest #290
WoundedWhen I first met Belle, it hurt like hell. No, I did not intend that to rhyme, but it’s nevertheless the truth.I have a habit of wandering around the local bookstore on Friday nights, enjoying the serenity that books produce just by being near them. The smell of paper and book binding and the classic wood shelving that this mom-and-pop shop still uses, are enough to wipe away most of my stress from the week. Thompson’s BookCellar was a neighborhood institution, and a personal treasure.I tended to gravitate to the sci-fi...
Submitted to Contest #289
The world shook. Wrenched from sleep, my eyes snapped open and I looked around. The room was unfamiliar, and I didn’t know how I’d gotten there. There wasn’t a whole lot to it, frankly. All I saw were three walls, a ceiling and a floor, all bright white. It wasn’t clear where the light was coming from, but there was no lack of it. Then the world shook again, but this time I saw the one who was shaking it, or, more accurately, me. “I said, why won’t you talk to me?!” the young boy yelled, from just over my left shoulder....
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