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Submitted to Contest #101
At dawn, Darryl was already down. Drawing an imaginary gun in the head couldn’t have been the right way to start off the day. Gone amid thousand thoughts, he believed his nightmare was the sole reason the sun hadn’t risen yet. Feeling his muscles contracted just like in the dream, Darryl growled then wondered whether he was not trapped in a dream loop. Touching his coronal suture and feeling nothing, Darryl pumped up his chest before releasing a sigh of relief. “It was a nightmare just a nightmare” He repeated the same words in and out of hi...
Submitted to Contest #100
After turning off the tap, Darryl looked in the mirror as he wiped out his face. He was still stressed out since he left the cab. Darryl Faudner couldn’t toss away the thought of failing his meeting with Mrs. Delafosse for his promotion request. He wanted that promotion so bad only for the sake of his newborn baby. With a jobless fiancé having zero motivation to hustle, he had less time to argue. All charges in the house had burdened him until he would have that promotion. However, Darryl mostly thought of not failing than winning tha...
Submitted to Contest #91
A twenty-three years old African American graduate student chuckled as he heard the barista calling him Baldwin. Twinkling from his seat to the library coffee shop counter, he glared at the worker while wondering how she could mistake his name Godwin for Baldwin. Yet, as soon as he took his hot drink, Godwin had forgotten the barista’s mistake. From the warmth of his cup and the smell of the caramel flavor coming through the steam, he closed his eyes. Godwin fell in love once again while he took his bag of bagels. Around him, the sound ...
Submitted to Contest #89
Abdul Kareem had that huge smile on the face while he said goodbye to a client. As he left West Avenue Street, he chuckled. His first text message of the day came through with a thousand dollars pile, and all he could do at the moment was kissing the hundred-dollar bill on the top of the stack. “What can you offer me, Ben?” He whispered as he kept staring at the bill. Humming Money Maker of Ludacris, he inserted his money inside his right pocket then took the alley leading him home. Some female's underwear flew above him with a black leather...
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