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Submitted to Contest #301
“Buy me a drink?” she asked, one hand sliding to her hip, the other dangling a clutch like a weapon. Her red dress clung to her like temptation wrapped in regret… his regret. He'd struck a deal like this before. He didn’t look up at first. Just swirled his single malt whisky in slow, lazy circles.“Depends,” he said finally, his voice smooth as the golden glow flickering from his glass. “What are you willing to do to earn it?”Her fingers tightened around the clutch, as if his words had just slipped a hand inside her purse. “Excuse me?” she sn...
Submitted to Contest #299
“I got the thing a ma jig?” Derrick Sampson blurted out, reaching over the seat of the car. He was seventeen, a clean-cut, short-haired boy from the South Side trying to escape any way he could.“How the hell did you get one of those? Legally?” Terrel Thomas replied, hitching up his pants like he was bracing for a fight. A year younger, same school, same class: same everything except height and hope. “That thing a ma jig is fire! Where’d you find it?”“Obviously uptown. They don’t carry this kind of shit down here,” Derrick said. Uptown… where...
Submitted to Contest #297
Everyonehas positive and negative electronsthat's the way God built uswe manage the flow of positivity and negativitywith free willHe balances itwith consequences I wish I could see her eyes. Her back is turned, one hand on her hip, her posture stiff like hurricane resistant glass. I can only imagine her eyes, lasers burning through the wall, as if she had Xray vision. It’s worse not seeing them, feeling them peel my skin back with their heat. Worse not hearing her voice. I suffer in the silence of her distance, drowning beneath the surface ...
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