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Submitted to Contest #70
"I told you this was a bad idea, Nathan!" Peter said as raindrops traversing through his hair made their way down to the soil. "You think I like this?" Nathan raised his arms in question with a shovel hanging from his right fist. "Let me know if you have better ideas." The skies of Chicago lit up for a second, and then, the silence was taken over by a thundercrack that left both the teenagers of Mount Grove High School, Chicago, shuddering. "We screwed up man," Peter cried. "Why did you have to get me into this?" Nathan, who was already back...
Submitted to Contest #67
Lying on his deathbed, old Noah slipped a piece of paper into his wife's hands while she was bawling her eyes out. As the crests of his ECG readout battled to keep the man alive, he knew his end was near and knew exactly what his last words were going to be. And to whom. Slipping his hand out of the embrace it was in with Jocelyn's hands, he sandwiched her face between his palms, brought her closer, and kissed her just as passionately he kissed her the first time. Maybe more. With the routine beeps of the machine growing louder and louder in...
Submitted to Contest #65
Barry never said no to free money. Not that he grew up in the lack of it but, he believed it was god's way of showing he loved you. So, he couldn't say no to Rob's offer for 50 bucks when asked to spend a night at the graveyard behind the abandoned St. Peter's High School in Boston. There was no way he was going to disrespect the almighty, even if it meant disrespecting the deceased. "It's just a night, and you're getting paid for practically doing nothing," Rob looked through his glasses covering his blue eyes and continued, "Who would say ...
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