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Weekly Contest #167
The sirens. The screams. The flashing fire truck lights fronting a flaming background of red-orange heat. Unbearable heat. My mother is still in there. I’ve got to save her. I feel the tightness in my throat as panic claws at the back of my neck. “Ma’am, please come with me.” I turn my head to a very concerned firefighter holding out his hand to me. Ray. The embroidery on his coat ruffled with his movements. His sandy blonde hair clung to his damp, tan forehead. He looked so young. Too young. I want to take it, his hand, and follow him t...
**note: this story was originally written for a prompt that is no longer accepting submissions (wasn’t finished so I’m just posting this randomly lol)** "Mina! Mina, come here, I found Riley! She's at the top of of slide!" Kate cried happily. A chorus of elated giggles and squeals rose above the boisterous hum of the busy playground. Rays of sunlight trickled through emerald tree branches as the sun itself made its journey higher into the clear sky. The toddlers played wildly together, as their mothers talked to one another, sharing the un...
“We’re running out of time,” Sam whispered, staring intently over the ledge at the dimly lit barn in front of her. The sagging roof and decades-old charred wood stood creepily against the starry night sky. In several places the barn wore bullet holes, broken planks, and corners weathered away by termites. “I’m going in.” She stood up, preparing to climb the rocks, when Duncan grabbed her elbow. “I don’t think so,” her partner replied sternly. “Certainly not alone. Who knows what could be waiting inside? I say we give them…” he looked down at...
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