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Submitted to Contest #72
Nico squinted through the humidity. This was the culmination of a week of horror, but he couldn’t help feeling darkly excited as he wondered who else had wandered through this conservatory at night. The flashlight he swung back and forth had a name engraved on the side. Ambrose Compton. Nico’s face burned as he remembered the first and only time he had spoken to Compton. He was an old-school finance man, almost a caricature. Nico worked for a local newspaper and had planned a series of articles about the Compton Organization’s alleged mi...
Submitted to Contest #71
Sara had stuck the newspaper advertisement to the refrigerator door with the magnet from the gas station down the road. They had other magnets, but they were in the boxes that had never gotten unpacked. She read the contest rules again and sighed. When they had moved to a small town, the idea was that they were escaping the stress. They wanted to get away from the hustle and just exist for a little while. No more pre-ordering coffee online so they could skip the line, no more expensive rent that dented every paycheck they pooled, no more s...
Submitted to Contest #70
Amma told the children that she spun her feelings into thread. It wasn’t exactly correct, but it made for a good story while she worked on her weaving. The adults of the village told their children to take Old Amma’s stories with a grain of salt. They said that she had lived a hard life, and that a hard life could change a person. Despite their parents’ warnings, children gathered at Amma’s house to hear the wild stories of her youth. Amma told them that after her family had passed away, she moved into an abandoned house in the country. Sh...
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