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Submitted to Contest #109
The colossal craft, moved silently through infinite darkness. It’s mass, undistinguishable in the void. Travelling close to the speed of light, it caused no disturbance in the vacuum of space. Not a sound. Not a vibration. Not a murmur. Onboard, an advanced alien species plotted a course for a fascinating-sounding planet they knew as Earth. Rumours of this planet had spread far and wide across the universe, and frankly, they couldn't resist a peek at Earth’s surface, to see if it lived up to its reputation. Small neon lights flashed and pu...
Submitted to Contest #108
When the nice policeman comes, I just won’t speak to him. My mummy always calls them “the nice policeman.” She told me, if I ever get lost, all I have to do is find the nice policeman and he will keep me safe and look after me. I hope he'll be nice. ********* Obviously, the police have to get involved in a case like this. Apparently, she will be interviewed on her own. I’m not happy about that. They told me she’ll be accompanied by a child welfare officer, so she won’t technically be on her own. And she’ll have that damn teddy with her, as u...
Submitted to Contest #106
"Ssssshhhh. Ok, ok, class, settle down please. Could you all please settle down and be quiet."Miss Taylor glanced around the room, waiting for the class to listen. “Thomas! Can you get your feet off the desk please. Thank you.”Gradually, the noise dulled to a murmur. She flashed a white smile and waited for the last of the whispers to stop. “Now then, if you remember, last time I saw you, I asked you to write about something that's beautiful in your life. Like, I don't know, your Mum or Dad or, say, I don’t know, your cat?”The class began to...
Submitted to Contest #105
“Papa,” whispered Tilly. “Papa, I want us to sit near the front so we can see everything that's happening. Can we do that, Papa? Can we do that?” Tilly’s shiny new shoes squeaked on the stone floor, sending echoes up to the rafters. It felt like everyone was looking. Instinctively, she reached up and held on tightly to Papa’s hand, hiding her face in his trousers. Giving her hand three gentle squeezes, Papa made his way to the front of the church. Tilly smiled. "I love you too, Papa." “Tilly, we are V.I.P Guests. I’ve had them reserve a spec...
Submitted to Contest #102
There you are. I've been expecting you, so don't be offended if I seem a little underwhelmed by the fact you've actually, finally turned up. To be honest, would you expect anything less from me after you killed my Father. Was it the fact that he ignored you all those years? Maybe that was a mistake. Maybe that was his mistake. We’ll never know. Since Father died I’ve been waiting. Not in an obsessive way, don’t flatter yourself, but I’ve been waiting. Quietly. Patiently. I knew you would come. You see I know all about you now. After Father...
Walter stared stone-faced at the mirrored walls of the room. The handcuffs and bland white walls were starting to irritate him, but he knew it would all be over soon. It would be over when he decided it would be. He closed his eyes and began to recite the Lord's Prayer. Outside in the viewing area, DCI Lawrence grabbed a bottle of water and two plastic cups. He waved the bottle of water at the glass. "I know he did it... I’ll get his confession this time if it’s the last thing I do," he said, as much to himself as to the group gathered behin...
Submitted to Contest #99
Hey Dad, at least you didn’t wee on your slippers. Well, I don’t mean wee straight on to them exactly, that would be weird. Apparently, it's a thing that happens to men when they get really old. They sort of dribble onto their slippers. Then they shuffle around in them, smelling of wee.At least you didn’t do that.And at least you didn’t have to live in one of those proper old people homes. The ones where stairs are forbidden. And the only colour that exists is magnolia. It’s like a block of flats with a ground floor only. Like no one over th...
Submitted to Contest #98
“Hey Miss! Hey, excuse me. Young Lady!” Jerry’s gruff, whiskey soaked voice echoed through the empty room.The bartender, who was holding her phone out in front of her like it was going to melt her ear off if she used it properly, turned the other way and carried on her conversation. Jerry cleared his throat dramatically.“Excuse me! What do you have to do to get a drink round here?” The bartender stopped talking, and shot Jerry a look that probably could have melted his ears off.Jerry waved a note in the air at her. She slid from her stool an...
Submitted to Contest #97
Rosa opened her eyes, her heart fluttering in her throat. Was this a dream? She lay still. Barely daring to draw another breath.She listened.A perfect June dawn bathed Rosa in a calm delicate light. It nudged at the white cotton curtains, teasing the sleeping bedroom with glimpses of a glorious deep blue sky, filling the room with salty honeysuckled air.Just outside the cottage window, a bumble bee drifted between the flowers, before starting his engines and taki...
Submitted to Contest #88
Willow marched through the woods clasping his offering tightly. He cradled it confidently, but still, a trickle of water seeped between his thin fingers and onto the floor. His path was well-trodden, although he knew it was only walked by him, his friends from the fringes were too scared to come this far into the woods. Fear, it seems, is the most powerful of deterrents. But unhappiness is an equally powerful antidote. Willow no longer felt fear. And anger was starting to overcome his unhappiness.He felt the temperature drop another degree a...
Submitted to Contest #79
“Henry! . . . Wake up . . . Henry! . . . Wake up. Its morning, we need to go check.” Fresh dawn light, seized its opportunity and peeked in through a small gap in the zip. The sleep filled air inside the tent was an electric blue, as warm sunshine forced itself through the navy canvas. Outside, birds were in the final throws of another rendition of their classic, Dawn chorus. One by one, taking to the wing in search of breakfast. Bumble bees and butterflies, elegantly shared a morning dip in richly coloured, heavenly scented flower beds. Jun...
Submitted to Contest #78
Sandy wound the car window down. Shutting her eyes, she let her head rest back in the seat.“It’s so beautiful here.” She said, inhaling deeply. “I think we’re going to love it. What is that smell though?”Andy pulled the car onto the narrow gravel track and they bumped slowly along, a cloud of dust rose into the hazy summer afternoon, drifting across the fields on the warm breeze.“Apples . . . Its apples. Look around, the fields are full of apple trees.” Andy smiled. “I guess that’s why it’s called Apple Tree Farm? Sandy slapped him hard in t...
Submitted to Contest #76
“I sometimes get weird thoughts.” Shannon forced the gear box into fourth making it scream in pain. She glanced at her passenger, who fixed his gaze straight ahead without moving a muscle. “I can’t hide it and I’m not going to lie to you. I sometimes get weird thoughts when I’m driving . . . It doesn’t happen all the time, but when I get them they are really strong. I have to fight hard not to give in to them.” Colin stared straight ahead. He opened the glove box and rummaged around for his bag of humbugs. “I get weird thoughts too. It doesn...
“Knock-knock! Robert, what are you doing? Can I come in? . . . Sorry, my fault. I should have knocked and waited. I need to come in and change your bedsheets, ok?"“Mm, K.”“My god! Child open the curtains. It’s like living with a vampire! It’s three in the afternoon. Have you even been to the bathroom yet today? You’ll get a urinary tract infection, look at what happened to your uncle Tony. Remember Uncle Tony?”"Uh-huh."“The doctors said it made him go blind. I know, can you believe it? He never went to the toilet. Used to store it all up lik...
Submitted to Contest #75
Max lay still and listened to the sounds of the sleeping house. Through the open window, a chorus of blackbirds welcomed in the new day. He raised his feet and kicked hard into the wooden slats of the top bunk.Nothing.He did it again and got a faint groan from its occupant.“Danny! Are you awake?”Danny, flipped back the unicorn duvet and leaned over the edge of the bunk, his hair sticking up in all directions."Well I am now, what d’ya do that for?”“I can’t sleep. it’s light outside. what time is it?“It’s too early . . . go back to sleep.”“I c...
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