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Submitted to Contest #331
Let me tell you a story that you won’t believe, even if I told it twice, in case you didn't believe me the first time. It all started at the old city bar. In its corner—my corner—I sat nursing my ale and watching the snow come down in droves on a Christmas Eve night. This old bar, you see, is what many would call a relic of the past. One that is not too far gone, but enough, I reckon, that no one who hasn’t grayed yet remembers the time when bars smelled like cigarettes and machine exhaust. Yes, this place is where the blue-collar man drifte...
Submitted to Contest #280
"Where's this girl's husband?""She doesn't have one, Constable Calzadilla.""Then, where is her family?""I've never met them nor seen them. I've only talked to her in passing.""Well, hell, Ignacio, did she ever mention anything regarding her kith or kin?""I believe her parents live across town.""Well, how about you go out and find them.""Find them? But, sir, I'm just a milkman. I only knew to get you because she hadn't put her milk bottles out. I can't deliver such a message.""Then who am I to send? Survivors of the plague have already left, ...
Submitted to Contest #279
The bitemark upon my shin shined red with a purple hue outlining the teeth' indentations."No! No! George, please, no!" wailed my wife.Her knees buckled, slamming against the wooden floor of the abandoned, looted home we had found short reprieve in God-knows-where, Michigan. My children, Meryl and Leo, stood behind their distraught mother. By the looks on their faces, they had not yet comprehended the severity of my situation.It had been a week and a half since the outbreak—a lab test that had gone awry. The U.S. military thought they had cre...
Submitted to Contest #278
Homestead Estates was a well-to-do neighborhood: gated, pristine, snaked with fairways, and inhabited by retired, blue-blooded Americans. On a crisp spring morning, Gerald Stevens's slippers scratched the driveway as he shuffled down in his Columbia University Law bathrobe. It was a long walk; all the Homestead Estate driveways were at least fifty yards long. He arrived at the mailbox and pulled open the latch. A short stack of mail sat within. Gerald slid them into his pocket and made the trek back to the house. As he ascended his front por...
Submitted to Contest #264
Today, I will end a marriage before it starts. I've envisioned this moment since I decided upon the invitation from my girlfriend. Truth be told, it is something one only hears in dramatic tales or seen in a Hallmark film; however, with my dramatic disposition, regretful conscience, and in accordance with my horoscope, I have already submitted to destiny. The witness bearers filed into the foldable wooden chairs, unaware of the preordained bombshell I intended to release.My girlfriend Angie is the younger sibling to Logan, a bridesmaid and a...
Submitted to Contest #247
September 7, 1592We have made land! By God, we have! The journey of four moons hath proved that Providence hath smiled upon his people. Battling bitter tempests and with rations scant, we landed in the most luxurious acreage that He hath so befitted Man since the days of Eden: white sandy beaches, rays of sunshine glittering through lush and leafy greenery, laden with fauna to heart's and stomach's contentment. We kissed terra firma and made camp beneath a proud cross next to our colors. This land, this mysterious, pristine, tropical bit of ...
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