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Weekly Contest #378
The moon’s soft light showed a path overgrown with weeds, swamped with plastic bottles, beer cans, filthy tissues and other human crap. Fortunately, the ground was flat, so that any deviation from the path wasn’t likely to warrant medical attention. In the distance, Eva could hear police sirens and revving engines – the usual sounds of London’s non-stop life. She clipped a flash to the top of her camera and followed the man in front of her, a stocky security guard called Warren. His job was to show her where to go. As they got closer, the ol...
Weekly Contest #352
The Secret Bluebells My father died last month. Shortly after his death, my mother began to behave very strangely. She started to mutter to herself and tap the furniture as if waiting for an answer. She moved things around and put them in obscure places. I found a book in the fridge and a pair of my father’s shoes in the shower. If one of us asked her anything, she pursed her lips and pretended that she hadn’t heard, so that getting any kind of an answer from her was nigh impossible. Presently, she was sitting in her favourite chair by the ...
Weekly Contest #326
Booby Trap I had just turned sixteen when my first good deed took place – although I guess some folk won’t quite see it that way. Anyway, I was in my customary attire of checked shirt and tight jeans dripping frayed hems over cowboy boots. I was a very pretty girl as everyone considered it their duty to inform me, envying my glossy hair, big blue eyes, lovely skin, long legs – blah, blah, the compliments never stopped coming. However, there was one part of me that no-one remarked on, as if it, or they, were unmentionable, like a secret. I w...
Weekly Contest #206
The stink of urine and ammonia in the ladies’ toilets was so potent that it should have been bottled as insect spray. Filthy green tiles on the floor and walls were chipped and slimy, the toilets blocked with God knows what, while human excrement had solidified on the sides of the enamel. There was no toilet paper in the holders, only torn pieces plastered to the floor. They hadn’t been cleaned for days. “Shit!” said Maddy appropriately. Crouched down behind a toilet door with its lock hanging off, and keeping a safe two-metre distance f...
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