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Submitted to Contest #238
On a particularly cold evening in May, as the sun sunk low in the sky, blazing its last colors as a goodbye, Detective Paris Lance received a very strange phone call that prompted an investigation. Currently, the evidence of this investigation resides in an archived case file, that can be found in a bent in and dust covered filing cabinet, in an underground library, that no one has been able to turn up since the four above ground floors of the library were entirely demolished and forgotten. The officers and individuals involved in the invest...
It was a lowly sort of loathing. An obsessive waiting, always pondering, daydreaming of a chance to take a dance with Fate. To test the waters of opportunity. Some said Fate was a demon, deceitful and cunning, and full of spite. Others said Fate was an idea, a concept to ration out the cruel coincidence or blissful happenings of life. But for Marx Mallahan, he knew Fate’s true identity. Fate was a woman. Her laugh was ironic, she flicked her wrist for coincidence, and crooked her finger at destined moments, leaving a trail of deja vu in her ...
The Gas Station at Midnight. The car stalled three times under the flickering streetlight. Jasper Padget swore, the sound muffled due to the cigarette between his teeth. He needed a smoke, but his damn lighter wouldn’t light. Finally, a small flame kissed the end of his cigarette, and his shoulders began to relax. Exhaling slowly, he watched the smoke dissipate in front of him. That’s better. The gas station loomed to his left. Out of the driver’s side window, Jasper could see the dirty white brick building, the doors and windows c...
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