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Submitted to Contest #79
In this sleepy old university town, there was not much by way of gainful employment outside of academia. Somehow, Steven James had always made a living, as a mechanic by day and a barman by night. Sleeping was for the dead. Twenty-four, with a lean boy-band look, Steven found his smile was a lucky charm. Girls were drawn to him, guys were dazzled by his gung-ho outlook on life, little old ladies thought he was a sweet young man. He took care of his younger brother, Davey, like a father, despite the mere five years difference in age. ...
Submitted to Contest #78
Gavin sat down on the bank of the river and squinted from the sunlight. Casting a knowing eye over the water in wonder of the stillness, the tranquillity and beauty. He took a deep breath and hoped his lungs filled with the purity of nature. Only out here did he feel himself. Away from here, he felt as though he were a stranger, a man biding his time serving penance. Thwak! His moment of introspection evaporated in an abrasive second. The sound had come from his son chucking a tall fishing rod onto the ground, which landed just next ...
Submitted to Contest #70
The Spotted Owl pub was heaving with the after-work crowd, mostly single, drunk and youthfully optimistic. At the bar, three men in their early thirties, were laughing hard at yet another bawdy joke, in-between slugging down a pint of local ale. Andy Brown, Bradley Henderson and Chris Lampson had lived in the village all their lives; went to the same primary and secondary school and even lived together for a while during the college years. Andy had left for the craziness of the City but returned every now and again for a brief respite. At ...
Submitted to Contest #69
I sat in my usual place at the family dining table. I had been sitting in that exact spot every family meal, that we had together, for almost thirty years now. To my right, sat my mother, Evelyn; fifty-six years old with bouffant hair, without a single grey strand, and immaculately groomed. To her right, at the head of the ten-foot sandalwood table, was my father, Lord Cecil Erdington-Lyell; a taunt-skinned lean man of sixty-three with a full head of thick silver hair and grey eyes that unnerved anyone who was foolish enough to hold his gaze...
Submitted to Contest #68
He drew back the curtains to reveal the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, in front of the wooden decked balcony, overlooking the lake. The lake was surrounded by a majestic snow-capped mountain, like the embracing arms of a mother protecting her child. Around the edges of the lake emerged a clean sandy beach with a distinct two-shade, which was created by the ebbing tide. The sky resembled a painter’s palette of orange and yellow, splattered with streaks of blue and violet, changing shape and intensity, as the sun rose slowly from the rim of t...
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