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Submitted to Contest #327
A children’s fantasy tale about a young, not-so-skilled witch called Athena. ‘Shoo!’ Athena cried at a scrawny grey kitten that had suddenly mewed from the yard. She’d only just begun her spell — and, of course, it had gone wrong.She had been trying to call down rain — again. But although autumn had begun, the sun shone shamelessly in a clear blue sky, and not a single cloud even thought about gathering. First Athena got cross, then she felt miserable. Then she went into a sulk.She was very proud of her name — mainly because there wasn’t mu...
Submitted to Contest #325
“Have you ever wondered what it means to take away a person’s memory? It’s like stealing their very life! For what use is life to someone who can’t remember it?”That was the only thought that surfaced in my mind as I lay by the roadside, a light breeze brushing against my skin. Who said those words? And when? It feels like it was at a funeral. But how could the image of a maroon funeral wreath with ribbons help me now?No — the wreath isn’t a memory. It’s here, in my present, lying on the tarmac. Nearby, a bicycle wheel spins idly. A pair of ...
Submitted to Contest #316
“These aren’t people, they’re sloths,” said Ed, nicknamed Jabba. “Sheep. Lemmings. Real people are rare.”Obese, unkempt, wedged into a reeking tracksuit stretched over his belly, he sat at a desk buried in fast-food cartons and empty bottles that spilled onto the floor.“And who, in your opinion, are real people?” Sasha asked, trying to keep any skepticism out of his voice. He was fifteen and hadn’t come here to argue.“Real people? They use their own brains. The rest just scroll, binge garbage, and parrot whatever tiktok or the feed spits at ...
Submitted to Contest #315
“Send me a selfie,” a trembling voice whispered through the phone, “so I can recognize you…”I sighed but didn’t argue. You don’t argue with potential clients. Glancing around for a suitable backdrop, I saw that the café was rather dim; a few patrons sat at their tables, busily having breakfast. No one paid me any attention. I aimed my phone at my own face, smirked as if seeing it for the first time, and took the shot. The phone chimed as the message went out.“Good,” the client whispered. “Wait…” And the line went dead.I exhaled, nodded to th...
Submitted to Contest #311
“And there… tam… they cut off my bag, u menya otrezali sumku,” Patrick translated into Russian, speaking with a thick Irish accent. “Took the money, vzyali dengi, the documents, dokumenty…”He was a little drunk but tried hard to pronounce the Russian words clearly — and to tell his story about visiting Russia. “That’s terrible,” I said, patting him on the shoulder sympathetically. “Only, if they ot-rezali, that means they cut it off — took the whole bag. But if they took out the money, then they must have cut into it — made a hole —raz-rezal...
Submitted to Contest #309
Eli woke to a terrible noise. Someone behind the wall was trying to play Tartini’s Devil’s Trill. Just great. Why wasn’t that little talentless brat tackling Paganini instead? Unbelievable.He didn’t immediately remember where he was, but the rumble of a streetcar outside dragged him back to the grim reality of existence: he was in Odessa, in his mother’s apartment. His tour had gone to hell thanks to that idiotic global quarantine, and Italy was now off-limits—for God knows how long.The violin on the other side of the wall kept screeching ou...
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