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Submitted to Contest #339
Shoes polished like rare gemstones, brand new shirt neatly pressed, hair washed and pulled back, I'm ready for my shift at Vertigo Mountain, otherwise known as the shit-show. I’ve heard rumours that most people working there don’t last long, but I won’t let that deter me. When I leave home the sky is a gorgeous eggshell blue and I am baking in the sun's warmth. By the time I get to work, ominous grey clouds gather and the wind laughs in my face. I am greeted by an enormous sign suspended above the gate: WELCOME TO VERTIGO MOUNTAIN with a log...
This story contains adult themes. *** Lancelot lay on his bed, agitated, with the rain pouring outside his window. He had been looking forward to a lavish dinner party at his house that night; he had all the ingredients in the fridge including a delicious Apple Strudeul which he had risked life and limb to buy across the border. And now his friends had rung at the last minute with some lame-assed excuse (so he thought) as to why they could no longer come. Lancelot was on the bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling hatred towards his friends, ...
Submitted to Contest #337
She's on my laptop screen performing a Tai Chi routine, gracefully swaying back and forth like a swan performing an origami dance. Everything about her entrances me; her hands, her hair, her ruby red lips. The shot of dopamine she gives whenever she turns to the camera to give a subtle smile. She calls herself Tai Chi Wonder Woman. And it does, indeed, look like she is moving like Wonder Woman in slow motion, limbering up for a stealth attack. One evening out of the blue she messages Happy Birthday! My heart soars like a balloon...except it'...
Submitted to Contest #336
I must admit I wasn’t a decent person throughout my life, which is why I was sent to work in Heaven Eleven the day I died. Heaven Eleven is a 24-hour convenience store for deceased souls. I was made to work there because, as I was told, hard work in the afterlife is the only path to everlasting salvation. The day I arrived to Heaven I was placed in a queue in a job centre, designed to help determine what sort of work we would be doing for the rest of our immortal life. The angels at the counter took quite some time to get through the queue w...
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