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Submitted to Contest #154
“We’re running out of time,” he said, yanking my arm harder, “come on.” An hour earlier… My breath quickened as I started to wake. The air was stale and tight. My eyes only saw darkness due to the black handkerchief tied tightly around my head. Thoughts were running through my mind like a train that had just hopped off the tracks, but I attempted to focus on the outside noises. I flinched as the van sped, hitting a bump causing me to flop, slamming my tailbone into the cold metal. Wincing as I resituated, I listened. I could only hear soft...
Submitted to Contest #139
I watched as a row of blue bubbles burst and felt the rush of excitement surge through me. I might win this level. I’d been playing it for three days now. I’d refused to pay for any upgrades in the game and decided I would only rely on my skillset. Focusing, aiming, and firing, I let out a small squeak, a stacked row of red bubbles bust, almost putting me at the top. I looked around my quiet apartment for acknowledgment and was soon disappointed when I realized my cat was highly uninterested in what I was doing. I frowned and continued to pl...
Submitted to Contest #133
I stood there just looking at it. It was small with beat-up white siding and few loose shingles. I wondered why my mom insisted on staying here? I took a deep breath. It was mine now, and I mean, I get it. It was hers. It’s hard to put a price on dignity. The neighborhood was its usual vibrant self. It didn’t seem to notice the loss. I watched as two kids raced their bikes, screaming at one another with full volume. The neighbor across the street waved as she filled up a blow-up pool with what I knew was ice-cold hose water, too cold for m...
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