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Submitted to Contest #75
Trigger warning: violence Had he written with a quill; the ink would have splattered. Another novel was almost finished. Another masterpiece, he reckoned. Robert had been a crime author for as long as he could remember. Although, that’s not saying much. Seven years ago, he was in an accident claiming his memory. Waking up from a coma, he remembered nothing. Not even his name. The doctors had given him a piece of paper, a pen, and instructions to write down anything that came to mind. Anything he could remember from his past. But nothi...
Submitted to Contest #56
I looked into the mirror. I saw my reflection. It was a good one, as usual. Handsome. Fit. Unchanged for years. Six months had passed since a girl first told me she was pregnant. For six months I had known I was going to be “a dad”. In six months, she had said, I would become a dad – whether I wanted to be one or not. I kept looking in the mirror. I didn’t look like a “dad”. I certainly didn’t feel like a “dad”. My reflection proved I was a young gym enthusiast, who regularly went to the barbershop, ate healthy, and took care of myself. I lo...
Submitted to Contest #54
He tried again. And again. And yet again. One more try. But it was hard. It wasn’t like flying. It wasn’t like punching a wall down. Or like deflecting bullets. This was hard. He was never top of his class, but his superpowers were always usable. He managed. He kept up in flying class. He got by just fine during martial practice, and even came in third when they had their exams in building-demolition. When they were tested for skin-density and -strength, his skin turned out to be thicker than many others’. But thinner than many others’. He w...
Submitted to Contest #52
It was a beautiful day. Yet, my heart stopped. I thought he was dead. But there he was. Right in front of me on the street. Smiling at me. I couldn’t move. I was paralyzed with fear and disbelief. If he was back, then everyone I knew was in danger. Around us, people were walking by, minding their own business – not realizing what danger they were all in. I still hadn’t blinked. Water filled my eyes and ran down my cheeks. And still I did nothing. Neither did he, other than smiling. He just stood there, smiling – no – grinning at me. His gaze...
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