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Submitted to Contest #312
Hector was walked into the dark room, escorted by two armed guards dressed in silver fatigues. His nostrils were immediately hit with the abrasive scent of bleach and Windex. It was bright in the room, harsh white light emitting from all four different tiles on the tall ceiling. There were no windows on any of the walls, nor were there any noticeable ventilation shafts he could see. Hector was trapped.At the end of the room was a long stainless steel table with two chairs, one on either side. The guards brought Hector to the table. One pulle...
Submitted to Contest #310
Llwellyn stood behind the counter as two detectives walked his bookstore. It was an old place, older than when he bought it. Dust from a bygone century still clung to rotten shelves, their tattered books yellowed with age and spines ready to give. He hadn’t planned on speaking to the cops, but here they were. If they were already inside, he might as well ask about his stolen book.He bought the store four years ago, before his wife fell ill. He made himself a room in the back, spending quiet days there while she worked on the silver screen in...
Submitted to Contest #308
Dawn has long passed, though the clock hasn’t struck seven. I was awake when the mourning doves began their song, but the chill kept me under the sheets. Careful not to wake Ana, I dress, grab the gift from the kitchen island, and step into the quiet dark of morning. It’s Midsummer’s Day, and the sun is rising fast over the deserted highway, with the only drivers operating semi-trucks. Even for a Sunday morning, it’s dead. I do my best to outrun the sun, terrified I’ll crash if the light touches my eyes. I stick to the shade, where the cool...
Submitted to Contest #307
Hector stopped halfway up the long, winding staircase to look out the window. The sky was veiled with wrathful clouds that threw down rain like heavy artillery. Thunder boomed, shaking the glass, and he could see tiny bolts of lightning hitting the lake in the distance. Trees were being toppled over by hurricane-force winds, but Hector was unnerved. This was just another Sunday to him.When Hector had first arrived at the University of Magi—what, three years ago now?—the violent weather had terrified him nearly to the point of tears. But he c...
Submitted to Contest #306
INT. RESTAURANT, SERVER STATION We start with a static shot focused on a long stainless steel counter, a neat stack of white linens atop the surface adjacent to four large, empty bins. Behind the station we see the path that the staff use to get around this section of the restaurant; chefs, support staff, and servers all pass behind this station. ANA (30s), Colombian immigrant, with long black hair tied into a tight ponytail, enters the frame and puts on her apron. She looks around, taking in her environment, and with an extended deep brea...
Submitted to Contest #248
A fictional story unfortunately based on real people. All men are carsalesmen, and it is only a matter of time before you find out he sold you a lemon. -Ana Raymond was a man, and an arrogant one at that. He was the type of man that was sure of himself, a man who possessed that perverse, yet often quite comical, faux self-awareness of the many gifts he had to offer to the world. And by the world, I mean to half of the world’s population, and by half of the world’s population, I mean the f...
Submitted to Contest #247
The sun had begun its descent, casting her final, frostbitten rays of pale light upon the greyness of the earth. What once was the true giver of all life, the one true god we all collectively as a species so divided united under was now nothing but a broken sphere of molten rock, its surface bare and ashen. But what else could man do? We had broken everything else. It was nothing personal against Earth herself, it was just our nature. It was simply only a matter of time. Rubbi...
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