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Submitted to Contest #50
Zanth sniffled, trying to stifle back the tears he could feel welling up in the bottom of each eye. If he blinked, the tears would roll down his cheeks and he didn’t want Chomp or Lit to see him cry. He ran his left arm across his face, trying to play it off as if he were wiping sweat from his forehead. It was the end of June, after all, and the summer heat had made its way to their small town of Minuton. Coming from the park where they had been playing catch with Chomp’s new Flinger, they had just arrived to Zanth’s home -- “The Tim...
Submitted to Contest #49
Susan suddenly opened her eyes and drew a deep breath. She quickly sat up and looked around. Nothing was familiar to her. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead. Her palms were clammy. She felt like it was the first time in a long time that she had inhaled, almost like it felt after diving into the deep end of a swim pool, then finally coming up for air. ‘When did I fall asleep? Where am I now? Why do I feel like I'm moving?’ her thoughts came in a quick succession. She was panicked. Her brain wanted answers now! She inhaled deeply....
Submitted to Contest #48
“Hello, Cordi,” the man said quietly as he approached the woman. Cordi sat alone on a faded park bench. She was on her lunch break. Today, Cordi was engrossed in a book she had just started reading. Her curly, dark auburn hair hung to one side, creating a sort of fortress that told others she was busy and to stay away. The man then sat on the far side of Cordi’s bench, leaned over and tried again. Clearing his throat, he said a little more loudly, “Excuse me, miss … I said ‘hello’?” Cordi rolled her eyes. She just wan...
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