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Submitted to Contest #109
“Fuck you. I’m done.” With a fierce set to his sharp jaw, Ethan Tromblay stood and slapped his shield on his Commander’s desk. He unholstered his sidearm, ejected the chambered round, and released the clip into his waiting hand. He slammed them all next to his badge. Without a backwards glance, he swept from Commander Holleran’s office and into the bullpen. Silence reigned, but he didn’t stop to gawk at the novelty. His desk was his first stop – one devoid of any personal touches. He’d never ...
Submitted to Contest #65
I feel closer to them here, somehow. The frigid stone against my back, the cool grass beneath my legs, the moon high above me casting an eerie glow against the cobblestones. Laughter rang through the night, little kids erupting with sugar and happiness as their parents kept careful watch, smiles on their own faces. Innocent laughter is a drug I find myself immune to, anymore. I used to love it, those gleeful little giggles when my fingers touched his soft little tummy, and his chubby legs would kick and flutter in happiness. When...
Submitted to Contest #57
He stared at the mirror in front of him, his mind struggling to come to terms with what he saw. The reflection stood tall, his black hair stylistically tousled, setting off his emerald green eyes framed with dark lashes. The tuxedo fit him to perfection, ordered and sized months ago. It had arrived just that morning in the hands of a personal delivery service, tipped well and thanked profusely. The crisp white shirt, a stark contrast to the pitch black tux, had not a speck of dirt on it and he had been told in no uncertain terms to keep it t...
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