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Submitted to Contest #338
Jennifer had just drifted off to sleep when her mother's shrill voice cut through the quiet house. “Who left this freaking mess?!” Jennifer sat straight up in her twin bed, sweat beginning to bead on her upper lip. She held her breath, muscles clenched. Her bedroom was dark, with just a sliver of light creeping in around the door jamb. She had a flashback to being young–maybe four years old–and afraid of the monster under the bed. At that time, she had always insisted that her bedroom door be left open at night. It took a few years for her t...
Submitted to Contest #337
Hallen’s Video Emporium was hopping tonight! There was a constant stream of car lights reflecting off the interior walls and I could hear the high-pitched ding of the bell over the entrance chiming repeatedly. It almost sounded like a song. “Bill! Can you open the other register?” Cindy’s voice was shrill, almost frantic. From where I was, I could see that she already had a line of customers five deep, all with at least one VHS tape in hand. Most had a box of candy, too. M&Ms and Twizzlers were our biggest sellers – peanut M&Ms, no...
Submitted to Contest #336
Sulphur. Smoke. Suffocating. WAKE UP! I opened my eyes only to realize that I was face down in the dirt. I managed to get myself up and into a standing position, but I could barely catch a breath. I blew my nose on the hem of my blouse, and the smell of rotten eggs filled my nostrils. I had a flashback to the time I had a bout of dysentery when I lived out West. That same sulphur odor was everywhere, hovering in the air. My eyes watered as another fit of coughing overtook me. I was utterly confused.My husband’s voice cut through my thought...
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