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Submitted to Contest #85
That’s the thing about this city. No one ever came here by choice. For my father, it was an escape. With cops and lawmen on his tail, he needed a place to hide, to start fresh. And my mother, she had been born here. Like most, she resented it. But she never left. That was the other thing about this city. Once you stepped foot across the boundary, once you passed the faded ‘welcome’ sign decaying on the road side, once you realized just what you’d walked into, it was too late. That was the unspoken rule: never leave. The few who tried had all...
Submitted to Contest #76
“Alright, my dear. I think it’s about time we get some sleep.” “Daddy, you promised to tell me a story before bed!” “Well, what would you like to hear? Something about robots, or fairies, or faraway planets? Maybe even all three?” “You pick a story, daddy.” “Me? Alright, my dear. I think I know just the one.” “Let’s see here. Where should I begin?” “Just say, ‘once upon a time.’ And then go on and on. It’s not too hard, daddy. You can do it! ” “Well, then. Here goes: once upon a time, in a world not so different from our own, there ...
Submitted to Contest #74
“You can’t keep doing this to me! I need you to leave! I need you to—” Bang. “Don’t do it! No!” The words barely had time to leave my mouth before the bullet made contact, burying itself in her head. She looked at me with tear-stained eyes, just once, before her body crumpled to the floor. They always say time slows down in moments like this, but that was far from the truth. I heard the shouting in the distance, the pounding footsteps. Clearly they had heard the commotion and come to investigate. But I ignored them, everything else drowne...
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