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Submitted to Contest #168
Paul Lyndon skidded to a halt as the train doors slammed shut in front of him, the engine chugging as the train set off from the platform, disappearing down the subway tunnel, the yellow glow of its rear lights fading into the gloom. He threw his half-drunk cup of coffee to the floor, kicking the cup onto the tracks for good measure. ‘1:32’ his watch declared; there was no way he was going to make that interview now. A few people shuffled past them with their heads bent down, no wish to engage with his anger or to find out what sparked it. W...
Submitted to Contest #130
Atlas shifted the burden of the cosmos on his shoulders as he beheld the bearded man striding across the plains towards him. Amongst mortals, the man would probably have been considered a fearsome sight: near seven foot tall, a staggering combination of muscle and sinew rippling under his tunic. To mighty Atlas though, one mortal looked much the same as another. They were scrawny little things with high-pitched voices, always in a hurry. This one was certainly that, making straight for the titan with an untiring speed. Soon he stood at Atlas...
Submitted to Contest #46
The bestsellers’ rack: the most depressing sight Clive ever gazed upon. Yet a casual observer would never guess by the frequency he subjected himself to it. He flicked through the number one book: a young woman’s voyage of self-discovery. Like there haven’t been a billion of those already. And what was this next to it? Some run-of-the-mill techno thriller. And the number three spot: vampires? Dear God, were they back? Clive sighed, replaced the book on the shelf and left the shop. He could write something infinitely better, but why bother? P...
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