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Submitted to Contest #169
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. The flickering of the library lights was tantamount to blaring alarms. Larissa groaned internally as she brought her head up from the desk. It was well past midnight at this point; not an unreasonable time for somebody her age to be awake, but unpleasant nonetheless. Once she spotted it, she had no idea how long the shadow had been there. The shadow was tall and flickered along with the yellow library lights. She had to turn her head only slightly to see what, or rather who, cast it: a tall man as disheveled and tired as ...
Submitted to Contest #137
Andrew didn’t have a whole lot going for him, truth be told. The most exciting thing he had to look forward to every day was… well, there wasn’t really anything. He was, for all intents and purposes, a bum. A bum with a job and an apartment, but a bum all the same. This considered, he should have been chomping at the bit when he was invited to a concert. For free! “C’mon, man, it’ll be fun!” his friend Phil pestered from the other side of the phone. “It’s too late to sell ‘em. If nobody uses ‘em, they’ll just go to waste. Plus this band i...
Submitted to Contest #119
“Listen- if you’re quiet enough, you can hear the earth breathe.” That’s what Dad would say to me at summer camp-outs. He would wait until I was tired enough to stop making any sound, all nestled into my sleeping bag. I would strain my ears over the din of crickets to hear the world inhale. Exhale. Maybe I just fooled myself into hearing it. Maybe I was just tired. But I swore that on those nights in woods so secluded it seemed like we were the only people on the face of the planet, I could fee...
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