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Submitted to Contest #85
Initially, I was wary about researching the history of the flats I moved into, knowing it had once been an old hospital. The outside of the building has a dreary no-longer loved exterior, so I didn’t need much encouragement to imagine that it had a long, interesting backstory. Also, after spending a lot of my youth watching horror movies, true crime and haunting stories, I didn’t want to imagine any shadows in the corners of the room or things that go bump, bump, bump in the night as more than just the heating system. In reality, it is a c...
Submitted to Contest #84
Marjorie Jean Harrison was shaking her head again as if he could see her through the ghastly mobile phone, “I’m telling you Bartholomew it’s definitely not the 6th. I would remember because I always sit in the garden on the 5th of March to remember the first spitfire that flew over back in ’36. And I didn’t.” When Marjorie says something, she means it. Bart shrugged it off, “It’s ok, working from home means everything rolls into one for me too at the moment. Everyone’s struggling.” Her eldest son was right, a world in lockdown seemed to pass...
That’s the thing about this city, downtown Chicago was a magical place and someday I’d be heading straight to the top. It was 1925 for goodness sake, everywhere you looked we were building and enterprising the way to the future! Whirring electric trams and flashing neon lights glowing through the haze of cigarette smoke and cars honking as they rattled through the busy streets, it never felt like you were alone in Chicago. No matter what Bert Stone said, I was gonna be somebody. I’d been pedalling his newspapers for a while now and I was goo...
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