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Submitted to Contest #215
The great Alexei collapsed in a chair staring out at the black sea through the massive half-moon window of his manor. His face was gaunt, vacuum sealed, and his taloned hand supported his tragic head like the skeletal mount of a crystal ball. Far and low on the black horizon, a flicker of sun grayed parts of the eastern sky. He could feel his skin beginning to burn. His phone, that rested on the arm of his big chair, began to ring. He picked it up. “Yes?” He answered. “I have just spoken with Kartlov. He’s told me everything. Draw...
Submitted to Contest #160
Limbus Patrum A father swings from a tree in the churchyard whilst his children sleep inside. The wind blows eastward, and he twirls in it like some rotting ornament. The earth below his feet is impenetrable and his wife has no shovel. Only his eldest son has seen his hanging body. The boy comes and goes, not looking to his right when he leaves, and not looking to his left when he returns, always ignoring his ole’ Pop. Look at me, boy. Too grown up for your ole’ Pop, Eh? You ain’t even tall enough to cut me down. There is deadness a...
Submitted to Contest #139
He put his hand over mine and they looked so old. No one will even want them, I said, they’re dated. He said that wasn’t the point and walked over to the small white dresser by her bed. Let’s start with her shirts, he said. And I said her shirts were in the tall dresser by the window. He put a shaky had on her bed for support, and I could hear his knees creak as he stood. The last time we were in this room together he could have carried that bed over his shoulder. Top drawer? he asked. No, I said, the third down. He opened t...
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