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Submitted to Contest #194
The short end of the stick pointed out at me, waving innocently, as if I hadn’t rammed it through my paper cup just moments before. My coffee was going cold. I looked up and down the street. No one had seen my outburst - and if they had, no one had said anything. Typical. Everyone wrapped up in their own worlds. Who cared for my little world, a world that had just had the largest dent ripped from it? No one if not me. I grunted. Tipped the cold dregs onto the floor and flung my cup at the rubbish bin, but it clattered back, rolled aroun...
Submitted to Contest #191
The shopkeeper examines the handful of flowers that I carefully place on the counter. “The usual?” he says, with a smile. Roses, lilies, daisies. I saw her at the corner of a bar, brightly dressed in a white dress and a pink hat, looking down at the floor. “What’s your name?” I slid my arm onto the counter, but the surface was slick with spilt drinks and I slipped forwards so that my face pressed into her torso. Sitting back up, my face was burning hot and the words tumbled out of me. “I’m - I’m so sorry.” “Da...
Submitted to Contest #187
Running. Running. Running. Stop! Pounce! "Rory!" The dog snapped its head round to hail its owner, struggling five steps behind. Dave stumbled to keep up with his wayward hound, one he'd rescued years ago from ex-police service. Rory loved sniffing and chasing smells just as much as any other dog, but it was different when he found a few particular smells, which weren't so uncommon around this part of town… "Rory!" His dog leapt over a dustbin lid with a clatter, hopped from one bin bag to another, p...
Submitted to Contest #177
-I'm proud to say that I and my family, like all the British people for all the generations since we lost the second world war and were made to realise the folly of inequality and oppression in any form, are a proud part of the working class. Because it turns out, actually doing humble, generous work for other people and each other is what makes a people classy. We once had a reason to call ourselves great and united, and we still mostly are, even if our temporary bosses in sitting are very thick and bluffed their way through their history c...
Submitted to Contest #154
Cold. The world around me comes into focus, into being, and I can see dark shapes moving. My face - yes, that’s what it is, a face - I can feel my own face, pressed very hard against cool surfaces all around. But the surface is getting warmer. Warmer. It’s like I’m looking through fogged up glass in the morning. But actually, you never see that happen anymore. Since I’ve grown up, they’ve found ways to keep glass transparent whatever the weather. Or they just change the weather entirely, if it’s out of favour that day. But the fogg...
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