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Submitted to Contest #236
“Honey, are you sure she’s ready for this?” My wife, Elizabeth, posed this question as she leaned in the doorway to our living room. She was watching me, her beloved husband of 8 years, attempt to untangle the mass of cords that now covered the hardwood like a pile of spaghetti. “Of course she is.” I said untying the last knot that had entangled a controller to the old Gamecube with the power cord. “Gracie is a Cartwright, and as such she was born to play video games.” “Yes, Mike, but she is also only 5. Not to mention that you can get...
Submitted to Contest #183
“Whoa.” I gasp in awe at the grandeur of the manor that looms before me, enveloped in its enormous shadow. I’d heard rumors of the luxurious Strauss Estate but figured they were exaggerations. The three-story lime-washed brick mansion is old but well-kept. It’s so large that the small, single-floor rancher I call home could fit inside it at least a dozen times. Everything from the immaculate landscaping to the hand-carved mahogany front door, screams wealthy elite. That’s not to mention the six-car garage for the limos. One of which brough...
Fred Aster staggers into the abandoned cabin, a crimson ribbon of blood trailing behind him in the snow. The air is stale and stuffy, like a moldy, smothering blanket, but it’s better than the howling gale outside. He gropes at the wall next to the door looking for a light switch. He finds one and flips it. No light, no electricity. Fred would usually be annoyed and cursing. But tonight, this is the least unlucky thing to happen to him. As his eyes adjust to the darkness, he looks around to see if there is anything he can use to illuminate t...
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