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Submitted to Contest #332
Leonard squinted at the clouds and sniffed as a few light drops spattered his ruddy nose. Brooding — but he reckoned he still had a few good hours yet. Behind him, the winch groaned as it lowered the pitted, sun-bleached dinghy into the sea.The shallows licked at his ankles. A lone strand of seaweed drifted past and caught his eye. He followed its slow spin, digesting his thoughts, then glanced back at the empty boat-launch car park. Peters By The Sea — “Serving the best snapper in the west, all year” — was even closed. Not a soul.He turned ...
Submitted to Contest #331
1.Harmony—once my best friend, before she vanished into the quarry dam a decade ago—woke Cameron and, with him, half the cul-de-sac with his unnatural, high-pitched barking and the clamouring of my front door at exactly three minutes to midnight. Some things never change. I sat up so fast my vision went white at the edges. For a second I thought it was the dream again—the Well, the hands climbing out of stone—but the sound didn’t stop. Bark. Claw. Slam. Wood shuddering in its frame. Cameron stood in the bedroom doorway, hackles raised, barki...
Submitted to Contest #330
I got to the Blue Light Disco with my best mate Carrot at 7.30 pm, right when they opened the doors. Way earlier than usual, but I needed to know if Katie Penn was already there with her mates Rachel and Bethany. Last time, they’d rocked up early while the rest of us loitered in the car park pretending we didn’t care who walked in first. Dom — recently imported from England and convinced he knew everything about girls because they “start earlier over there” — said arriving late made us look cool. He said that about his haircut too, which abs...
Submitted to Contest #329
Warning: contains family violence.Iggy’s mother and I used to say we’d do anything for our beloved child — absolutely anything.We’d laugh when we said it, as if naming a terrible truth somehow kept it tame. But beneath the jokes was the unspoken understanding parents carry like a dormant instinct: that there are unthinkable lengths a person might go to when their child is at stake. The stories of adrenaline-fuelled strength — parents lifting cars, walking into fire — always made sense to us. Those primal power surges came from a part of the ...
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