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Submitted to Contest #52
My head was definitely bleeding, that was for sure. At first, I was thankful I hadn’t been knocked unconscious but as the man’s fist returned for another round and lodged into my ribs, I wished I had been. The second punch wasn’t as hard as the first but it still sent me crumpling to a heap on the cold brick ground of the alleyway. For a moment I thought my vision was blurring when another man, nearly identical to the man hunching over me, came out from the shadows swinging metal handcuffs on his finger. Had it not been for the still-open ...
Submitted to Contest #51
“I’m afraid he’s dead.” Miss Clavene peered over the corpse. “Dead! But he can’t be! Charles can’t be!” A young woman in her twenties cried. Her dark hair covered her face as she clung to her husband’s body. “He can’t be.” She took in a heavy breath, her voice shaking as she exhaled. “We were only just married.” Sympathy was not easily found in this foul mansion. Everyone had reasons to hate each other, reasons even to kill. Mrs. Davenport tapped the young lady on the shoulder. “Petunia dearest, stop clutching him so tightly. If he ...
Submitted to Contest #50
I. The dust covered the town, causing the people that had managed to survive to choke on the congested air. The coliseum was nowhere to be seen. The spectators that had filled the seats in expectation of the show to come, had vanished. Smushed beneath the rubble of what was once an arena. The young boy tossed a broken piece of the building off of an old man’s corpse. The man’s eyes staring off into the distance with an unnamed sadness. The boy held onto his father’s lifeless body as he soaked the old man’s clothes with his tears. He could o...
Submitted to Contest #41
~from the perspective of a dog~ I loved Minnie. To me, she was perfect in every way. Minnie was kind and loyal, and she was the prettiest girl I ever saw. Her skin was smooth and clear, and her dark hair was long and wavy. I adored her more than anyone else in the world. I wanted Minnie to be mine and only mine, and I wanted to be Minnie's. I heard the sound of Minnie´s boots just outside the door. She's here! She's here! She's here! She's finally back! I knew she would be back! I just knew it! Oh, she's here! Minnie's here! I inched closer ...
Submitted to Contest #35
When winter turns to spring, my father’s mansion turns into the biggest ballroom that my little town of Bloomdale has ever seen. Father hires musicians and chefs all in preparation for that one spring night. That one night that will be forgotten as quickly as the spring breeze changes to summer. Tonight is that one spring night. Everything is ready. Our finest china rests atop each table. Every curtain is drawn so that the first spring moon can be seen. The ballroom floor has been freshly polished so that one can see their own reflecti...
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