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Submitted to Contest #327
The quiet suburban street glowed red and blue as Officers McCarthy and Ramirez rolled up in their cruiser, siren fading into the still morning air. McCarthy, a broad‑shouldered Irishman with the kind of build that suggested he was better at eating doughnuts than chasing criminals, stepped out, squinting at the large oak in front of them. “Dispatch, Unit 12’s on scene,” he said into his radio, fighting a slight wheeze. “Situation appears… critical.” Static popped before the dispatcher’s voice came through. “Copy that, Unit 12. What’s the natu...
Submitted to Contest #75
For five years now I have been trying to fulfil my New Years’ resolution. Every New Year I try to strengthen my resolve to complete my resolution but somehow I lacked the courage to do so. However, this year will be different. I have only one objective-This world has to hear me. It has ignored, ridiculed and molested me for many years and I spit on it for its cruelty towards me. The final countdown has begun. One hour until midnight. One hour until I fulfil my long standing New Years’ resolution. One hour until death. A hallowed existence ...
Submitted to Contest #48
”I do not care if you die Martin”, blood rushed to Edward’s head. His grip on the telephone tightened. He is angry. “You must be joking Edward”, Martin could not believe his ears. He has been stuck in Damascus for the past six months and all his Editor-in-Chief wants is a ‘story’. “I risk my life everyday by talking to the regime forces not knowing when one of these fanatics will shoot my head off!” Martin pauses to get a bite of the falafel sandwich. Edward takes a long breath and loosens his tie. “I need something worthwhile from you Marti...
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