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Submitted to Contest #333
Even seven years later, Adam Crowley still considered the vast differences between handling a gun and a whisk. Sure, their weights were so contrasting, anybody would realize what they were holding within mere nanoseconds, but there were other, more existential distinctions to consider.He hurried to push this thought out of his mind and concentrate. If his attention lapsed at the wrong moment, his Béchamel sauce would burn and he could start again. True, the mixture of butter, flour, and milk seemed easy enough, but it could not be left unatt...
Submitted to Contest #320
Trooper Andrew Tate was momentarily startled when he heard the dispatcher over his cruiser's radio. Luce County was a quiet part of Michigan's Upper Peninsula. Up here, he was used to chasing speeders or helping stranded motorists he encountered during his shifts. What could cause the dispatcher's sudden activity? Andrew listened to his radio. "Any unit near Lakefield, please respond,” the dispatcher was saying. “Any unit near Lakefield, please respond." Andrew thought he recognized the voice. Was it Donna, or Debbie? H...
Submitted to Contest #158
Caution: some violence and sexual content. Saif couldn’t believe this. The entire block around the bank was barricaded by the police. He thought they were all off looking for those guys who’d escaped from the county jail last night. What were they doing here? It was the cap on his lousy day. Work brought its usual batch of misery and his love life was as stale as it had been when Emily left three months ago. Now, he couldn’t even pick up c...
Submitted to Contest #100
“Mommy,” the little boy whined, “I’m not done.” The little girl seemed on the verge of protesting as well. “We have to go,” the woman insisted, stuffing the food back in the happy meal bags. “We’re … late for an appointment.” The boy and his sister continued whining as she led them out of the restaur...
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