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Submitted to Contest #265
The wheel sank into the wet ground beneath us. The rain had pursued our wagon since we left town, relentless as if the sky itself had closed its eyes on us. The waggoner, an old Catholic man, did not stop, convinced this was his challenge from God. We sat in silence, chained to the wooden walls, lost in thoughts of what we had left behind and what awaited us at the end of the road. Our fate was to be forgotten, cast away in a prison meant for our kind. We had not earned this punishment through crime or sin, but simply by existing. We were no...
Submitted to Contest #241
Damn it. This was supposed to be my last job—one last moment of adrenaline, heart pumping, and all that other shit. I wanted to grow old, have a family, maybe a kid or two, just some fucking peace without looking behind my back. But I screwed it. No, correction, he screwed it. That rotten bastard made the whole plan and created an entire list of things that could blow up in our faces. Well, that scoundrel didn't think about the Purple suits, right?The interrogation room is so small and quiet I can almost hear my heartbeat. There are no windo...
Submitted to Contest #237
When Harriet was young and full of hope, she dreamed of meeting a prince on a white horse - a handsome gentleman who would take care of her. She doodled her future in the class and never drew herself as a single girl. Her fantasies were not of wealth, adventure, or ordinary gifts of life. She only dreamed of love.Her belief in love at first sight was her virtue as it was her vice. No boy could get close to her as her taste was distinct. While all her friends were dating and breaking up, only to hook up with someone again, she patiently waite...
Submitted to Contest #226
Daniel ceased writing and gazed out the window. She stood there in the street, watching him intently. Snow descended from the sky, blanketing the city streets while people hurried to escape the cold. But not her. For the third consecutive week, she appeared in the same spot, clad in an elegant coat, her face unaffected by the chill. The quill in Daniel's hand dropped ink on paper without the writer noticing or caring. His fascination with this woman rendered him immobile and thoughtless. Temptation quickened his heart as if it sought escape ...
Submitted to Contest #225
“Sorry, sir, but this is an exclusive night for invited art society members only. I have to ask you to leave.“ Arthur's heart stopped. “But I am…” he tried to mumble, but the gallery director did not let him. “I am really sorry, sir, but as I have said, this event is for invited gents and gals, not for people like you.” Arthur couldn't say anything and turned into a rainy street. He checked once more to see if someone would recognize him, but nobody even looked at him. It was not the first night he was not recognized. Ble...
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