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Submitted to Contest #252
The dawning morning light rocked Jimmy’s already unsteady brain. He squeezed his eyelids as his egg yolk brain slid back and forth uneasily in his skull. The brilliant scent of coffee was Jimmy’s sole reprieve. Keeping his eyes shut, he brought the open thermos to his lips and tipped a tasting sip. “Nope.” He grunted shoving his free hand into his jacket. “Needs a little bit more this morning.” Jimmy produced a tinny, small flask. After a two-glug trick, Jimmy was satisfied with the state of his coffee. To prevent further hangover decline, ...
Submitted to Contest #189
“God, I hate being stuck down here,” she whispered aloud. All elements of her facial features were stretched tight as burgeoning stress consumed her body. She repeatedly pushed back loose strands of errant hair over and behind her ears. Six stories below ground. Although, Annalise generally did not mind closed in spaces, something about the limited egress challenged her sense of safety. Shifting her weight from foot to foot, the mechanical whir of the elevator provided much needed relief. “Finally,” she wheezed. A welcomed ping echoed throu...
Submitted to Contest #169
Through the fogged window, light pours over half the room casting craggy figures on the closet doors. From the corner of his eye, twinkling condensation dances on the windowpane, tempting him to look again. With strained focus, Jonathan stares straight ahead attempting to ignore the window, refusing to cast a fruitless glance at the bedside clock – he knows it is well past midnight. He keeps his withered gaze fixed on the ceiling, listening to the ambient purr of air conditioning. The stark streaks of light from outside bleach the fl...
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