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Submitted to Contest #97
Gravel crunching, metal creaking, the sound of an engine grunting with effort. Then the sound of a car door and the tinkling beep of a lock. It called my attention from my general lazing about. My heart jumped into the bones on my ribcage, eagerly trying to peek past my skin. In contrast to my heart, my brain, who remembers disappointment, moves my body up slowly. The curtains obscure my view just enough that I have to push them out of the way to see through my window. Across the street, the sun bounced off of blue paint and shadows t...
Submitted to Contest #34
“And I conclude that the murderer… is Bethany Hiland”. Shock spills through the room as faces turn to me, following the finger of the clever detective. Lightning follows his voice and whitens all of their horror for a split second. The room is silent afterwards, smoke drifting between each person from the pipe the Salesman puffs on. All eight people stare at me, the ruffian, the pinch faced woman, the suit man, the young daughter and the maid.“Clever detective, what ever do you mean”, the widow of the victim asks, turning back to him with a ...
Submitted to Contest #33
“It WHAT”, He shrieked, slamming down animal skin parchment and stone tablets. The tablets clatter and the one made from delicate sandstone crumbles half into red dust. The young person below him flinched. The Chief was no abuser and usually was a gentle giant, but the waves of pure fury that rolled off him terrified the person crouching under his throne. The chief rose to his feet, a great heave from his stone crushing hands and his heavy legs took his globular body. Veins in his muscled arm pumped blood rapidly, almost as if they were shiv...
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