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Submitted to Contest #98
Before becoming a millionaire, Mr. Typical worked as a broker in Wall Street. Not quite as the ‘wolf’ but a broker nonetheless. And no, he didn’t make a fortune by bilking or milking his maybe-customers.On a typical day, he would sit by his desk patiently when the bell rang for the day. Beside him his colleague, who always came in wearing some form of corduroy would do the same for the time being. On his other side however, the guy who didn’t have a single hair out of place on his head – all shiny, glued for the day would be married to his c...
Submitted to Contest #97
TW: trafficking, kidnapping Jane spotted the Orion’s Belt as she raised her double hung window to let the smoke out. She leaned on the window pane and tilted her head to have a better look. She could recognise Meisa, Bellatrix, Betelgeuse at the crown. At its leg was ‘Regal’ or was it ‘Rigel’? She couldn’t remember. She was long past her Kindergarten days as a toddler as well as a teacher. She had been a preschool teacher for two years fresh after graduating high school, at the local KG where Mr. Victor was the principal. That w...
Submitted to Contest #95
What options did I have? I could have stayed in bed rolled under the sheets as February cold was still biting with its fangs bare in dry north wind. Or, I could have woken up before the sun, lurked in the hazy darkness, crept up behind the shrub in front of my window – like a thief in shadows in his own garden and plucked its only budding bloom! Calling it a garden could be an overstatement but beauty is in the eye of the beholder and of course the artist who created it. In this case, it was my grandma who was oddly attached to her five...
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