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Submitted to Contest #266
I hate waking up. Every time I open my eyes I curse my maker that he (or she) didn’t decide that the best thing they could do for me is write me an exquisite death scene. Hell, at this point I’d take a drab death scene. Bernard drowned in his tub. The end. That’s me, Bernard. Is that the kind of ending that any of us really hopes for? Of course not. The only thing more embarrassing than drowning in the tub is dying on the toilet, Elvis style. But at this point, I’d take it even with clichéd lip curl and “uh-huh-huh,” that I know ...
Submitted to Contest #263
I’d been watching this man for hours. He seemed so normal. They always did. A few hours ago he had pulled into his driveway and I had hoped that he was alone. No such luck. Two little girls popped out of the back, and a squat woman with brown hair and Jackie O sunglasses exited the passenger door. The girls ran around their parents to the front door giggling. He was laughing at something the squat woman was saying. They looked like such a normal suburban family. He looked like such a normal suburban man. The man’s name was Norman Kleas...
Submitted to Contest #262
David was bored. Worse than that he was bored and it was so hot he didn’t want to move. His best friend, Brad, lived 3 streets over and it seemed too far, so instead he laid on the wooden wrap-around porch with his head hanging off the edge looking at the world upside down. The air was thick and clinging to his skin. He tried to stay as still as possible, but it wasn’t helping. He watched as sweat dripped down his forehead and dropped to the dirt below, then would count until another drop fell in the same spot. One, two, three, four, five, d...
Submitted to Contest #260
Caroline pushed the door open, hand on the key, plastic grocery bags hung along her arm and her laptop bag slung over her shoulder. She left her keys in the door and let her laptop bag slide down her arm and dropped it to the foyer floor. She kicked off her shoes and then made her way down the dark hallway towards the kitchen, flinging the grocery bags onto the island counter. It was at that moment she realized something was off. There was no noise. No TV, no music, no greetings shouted from the other room. There were no lights other t...
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