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Submitted to Contest #79
The judge's words rang throughout the courtroom, ‘Michael Jonathan Greary sentenced to life in prison . . .’ The gallery, like a pot left simmering for weeks, boiled over and cries rose up from either side. Some were happy and some were devastated, but collectively what settled was a sense of relief. It was finally over. People could go back to their lives and some semblance of a normal existence. The bailiffs cleared the courtroom. The crowd moved noisily through the halls and spilled onto the street. Camer...
Submitted to Contest #78
“Olivia . . . . Olivia,” came the insistent voice from somewhere overhead followed by a tap, tap, tap. “Wake up will you!” the voice pleaded.“W-who's there?” I mumbled my brain foggy from a deep dreamless slumber.“Why it’s your new best friend, Minnie.”“Minnie, I don’t know anybody named Minnie,” I said as I rubbed my eyes. My limbs felt stiff and numb. I shook them out and stretched. “Where am I? Why is it so dark?” I called.“Just follow my voice. I’m right here. Come on, come on up here.”As the blac...
Submitted to Contest #77
The viciously bitter wind bit my cheeks. Hot tears stung at the corners of my eyes and I swiped them away. My fingers felt stiff and numb inside my brand-new gloves. The gloves brought to mind the past Christmas. My last with her. Good times. Happy times. I shook the memories away and focused my attention on the steep terrain ahead. The grey sky hung like a dirty curtain over the snow-white mountainside. The hardy hemlock trees, burdened by the heavy weight of a late winter snow, stood tall and p...
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