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Submitted to Contest #74
His gaunt face illuminated under his hood as he drew in hard on the last of his spliff. He nonchalantly flicked away the butt, narrowly missing a homeless guy bundled up in his sleeping bag home against the railings. He always kept one hand in his pocket these days, turning the knife over and over in his palm. A modern-day comfort blanket. As he stepped from the curb, Jackson, was oblivious.He was oblivious to the twelve tonnes of red double-decker bus that was about to take his life. It would strike him on his right side. Oblivious to the f...
Submitted to Contest #70
Contains adult themes.I hear them. They think I don’t hear them, but I do. Every day. They think they whisper secretly behind my back, but I hear them. At the supermarket, or in the post office queue. Eyes, staring into the back of my head. I hear them. I feel them. I see them cross the street to avoid me. I may walk with my head down, but I see them, and they are wrong. I know my house is the house that the kids in the street talk about. Don’t go near number ten, the little kids say. That’s Old Lady Death. She killed her kids and then ...
Submitted to Contest #69
Grandpa poured a generous glug of whiskey into his stained mug. He had never been allowed to use it when Thelma was around. He’d once threatened to enter the room with it during one of her coffee and cake mornings. Apparently having cartoon buttocks underneath and the words bottoms up on the side were vulgar and totally unacceptable for the church ladies. The joke backfired as soon as the doorbell rang, and he was banished to the shed. Again. He cradled the mug and took a long swallow, followed by a contented sigh. Grandpa, had been for...
Submitted to Contest #61
Harrold Johnson read through the invitation for the hundredth time then folded it up, slipped it back in its envelope, and let out a big sigh. He sat back in his chair, put his feet up on the foot stool-it’s ok they were his indoor only slippers-and stared from the conservatory window at his beloved garden bathed in the evening sunlight. The standard roses he’d planted when he retired needed deadheading and re-mulching. The grass could do with a trim and a feed, and there’s the cups, yes, the cups in the cup cupboard needed rotating so the o...
Submitted to Contest #60
Legend has it when the first generation virus swept across the planet the world’s most powerful leader, as the story goes, was a great American president. The greatest. It’s said that he single handedly built a wall around his country to protect his people, laying every brick himself with his own bare hands, with only the help of a few thousand migrant workers to carry the bricks and mix the mortar. It’s said, he promised all his fellow countries (except China) that his scientists, who were the best in the world, by far, would eradicate this...
Submitted to Contest #57
“Hi darling, come, sit next to me.” Babs patted the sofa, her glossy blood red finger nails threatening to go straight through the beige fabric. “Are you excited about your birthday tomorrow? Mummy’s little baby turning eighteen! I can’t believe it.” Tom hung in the lounge doorway in his pyjamas. Babs patted the cushion again and he reluctantly made his way over. Carefully stepping over his Father’s outstretched legs who sat in his favourite chair hiding behind a huge newspaper. Tom chucked himself next to Babs, the sofa nearly swallowing hi...
Submitted to Contest #54
I wait on my favourite cloud, all puffy, fluffy and white. Certainly my favourite cloud for this planet, in this universe. I sit and I wait. I’ve not really got time to sit and wait but I’ve been told this is where we’ll meet. Summoned here by a higher ranking Cupid. The Cupid that once passed on all his secrets to me. Me the apprentice him the master. Apparently there’s still plenty for me to learn. Apparently you never ever stop learning. Well, I’ve been a solo Cupid now for over six million arrows, which I guess on this planet equates to ...
Submitted to Contest #53
Cue: Violins.Hi, my names Carlos. Spanish you’re thinking? No, I’m called Carlos because my mum got pregnant on the Spanish island of Mallorca when she was eighteen. She thinks my father’s name was Carlos or Carlo or Chico or Cristiano. I’ve never met him, all I’ve seen is a faded photo of mum with her arms around a young Spanish lad. To be honest, with my mum, at eighteen she was drunk most of the time….actually she still is, it could have been any of them, or all of them, and then some. Anyway, who needs a dad after all? They’re overrated ...
Submitted to Contest #52
The library door slid silently closed behind her. Alice felt the chill of the evening probing at her unzipped, oversized coat, searching for a way in. She flicked her hood up and scanned the street ahead. All was quiet. The library had become a welcome sanctuary after school, they would never find her in there. They probably didn’t even know what a library was. She hung her head forward, allowing her long mousy hair to cover her face. Hugging her folders tightly in to her chest, she hurriedly crossed the road, stopping outside her favourite ...
Submitted to Contest #51
Bob crunched up the gravel driveway towards the front door of the care home. The heady lavender hugging each side of the path, tried its best to welcome him in but the evening ahead was weighing on him. He pressed the buzzer and straightened his tie while he waited patiently for the Kathy in the office to respond.“Good evening Bob! Come on in! Step into the airlock and I’ll come and get you…..Oh, and happy anniversary!” Her tone was sickeningly happy….it always was. Bob could never understand how she always sounded so happy working in such a...
Hi fellow reedsy‘s (reedsies?). If you want to fully enjoy this story please read a previous story of mine called “Bottle tops” first. It will introduce you nicely to the characters.Yes that’s right you lucky people....you get two for the price of one!!!!All feedback very welcome😁Henry stretched across the bedside table and fumbled for the switch. The bedroom was peaceful, sleepy, touched only by the gentle dawn light awakening outside the house. A small, unruly gang of plastic dinosaurs were sent flying, one of them, a triceratops with one ...
Submitted to Contest #50
Bright, warm sunlight, peeked in to the sleeping bedroom, illuminating a half empty wine glass on the bedside table. Lucy, delicately stretched out an arm and pawed around an empty bed. Opening one eye, she squinted at the alarm clock, the previous night’s argument, a dreamy, thumping muddle in her head. She lay still trying to piece together the fragments of her memory, as they slowly returned. Marcus, hugged his coffee cup. Lost in his thoughts, he watched a small, white butterfly beating desperately at the shed window. He closed his eye...
Submitted to Contest #49
“Hi!” said the girl, eagerly. She was dressed from head to toe in white linen, enthusiastically hugging her white clipboard, bouncing from one foot to the other. She reminded me instantly of a puppy I once had, only he licked his genitals continuously, and at that moment, she showed no sign of doing anything similar. Man I felt weird.“I’m sooo excited, I love showing new people around it’s just my fav thing to do ever!” she squealed, her voice escalating to a pitch that ended at a point that made me cover my ears.Was I dreaming? No. I’v...
The heavy old oak doors swung open violently, crippling the peace, crashing against the four hundred year old walnut panelling. It had been many years since they’d been treated with such disrespect, but they had seen worse in their long life, and they would, no doubt, see worse again. “HEY! Excuse me! Can I get a little service round here?” bellowed Hal, he dragged his suitcase over the highly polished brass threshold and onto the plush carpet. Its tiny wheels sinking into the deep, burgundy shag pile, refusing to budge any furthe...
Submitted to Contest #46
“Not yet you moron! This isn’t the right time….it needs to be the same as the book, the same as the story…..your story…our story.”Malcolm tried to ignore the voice, but it was too strong now…he had listened to it too much. He had allowed it to take over his thoughts too often….all in the name of creativity, he thought to himself, a wry smile crept fleetingly onto the corner of his mouth. He slowly withdrew his hand from inside his brown leather satchel and rubbed a shaking sweaty palm on his&...
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