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Submitted to Contest #288
My sweaty palms tremble as I unfold my speech one last time and internally recite the opening words. The paper is yellowed and brown at the creased seams, stained with coffee and salty teardrops. After all this time, I’m finally ready. Sally is standing with her small group of friends outside the science block, leaning against the red bricks with the sole of her right shoe pressed against it, her knee bent. She’s so effortlessly confident, showing her friends her new manicure, squealing about how perfectly the colour will match her prom dres...
Submitted to Contest #232
[Content warning: mild physical violence, death] Apocalypses don’t happen in sudden, drama-injected catastrophes like in the movies. They happen slowly—painstakingly—while half of the planet tries to convince the other half that it’s all a hoax, that the sun can’t possibly go out, that it’s just a government plot to drive up stock prices or hide trackers in our drinking water or whatever the conspiracy theory of the day is. The sun might not have technically ‘gone out’ yet, but it’s close. Each morning grows that much darker. Kids don’t e...
Submitted to Contest #230
“Ma’am, I understand that Mr Pickles is at the vet because he swallowed an unfortunately positioned rat pellet in your neighbour’s garden, but this doesn’t change the fact that I cannot process a refund for your air fryer if you don’t have a receipt.” “I don’t think you quite understand what I’m saying: how am I supposed to use the air fryer when Mr Pickles’ life hangs in the balance?” “Ma’am, I sympathise—” “Don’t ‘ma’am’ me, just give me the damn refund!” “Without a receipt, store policy doesn’t allow—” “But I bought it from here! Whe...
Submitted to Contest #106
Today, I've wandered into a small inner-city suburb, one I've driven through a hundred times to get to the nearest Tesco, and as I finally lift my attention away from the document on my phone screen, I turn to see a church. In a moment of quiet, the breeze rustling through my jacket, I slow my walking pace. It’s more peaceful than I remembered. Living in a city is a dreary business, or so I've always believed. True, the lights are always on, music always brash, drivers always angry, but there is something intangibly chilling about how the ...
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