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Submitted to Contest #232
Ablaze with infernal fire, the moon wept molten tears onto the sleeping landscape. Mr. Dalton limped into the sitting room. Alice, his wife, paralyzed from succulent lamb, turnips, and biscuits, stirred in her seat and turned toward the window, away from the darts ready to launch. He slammed his hat down and took out his meerschaum pipe, hoping to drown out the distant sound of singing and clapping from the slave quarters. "They're at it again with their 'church,'" he sputtered, pacing the wooden floor with creaks now singing in the backgr...
Submitted to Contest #231
Have you ever listened to parents with kids? For almost twenty years, they talk about everything they will do once the kiddos graduate—travel the world, become an exotic photographer, learn Mandarin Chinese, go to college—then, crickets. They find themselves settled in a recliner, waiting for grandkids, moving towards retirement, and, finally, death. Some stave off the inevitable by popping out a few more bambinos who end up the same age as their aunts and uncles. Still, eventually, a dimpled bottom and weekend trips to Costco are at the end...
Submitted to Contest #229
Scott's sweatpants scoured his skin with each step over the bridge. Time was the only thing that could wash away the stench of horror endured for the last year, and he wasn't sure it would ever dissipate. He clenched his tickets, a reminder of his opportunity for a do-over. When he arrived at Rikers, he had a team of people to part the sea of paparazzi. Tonight, there were just two cameras, one from channel five and the other from a cable station. It's funny how everyone rides with you to the top, but no one trudges through the mud when it m...
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