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Submitted to Contest #47
Part One.You run, worried about what was behind you, and worried about what is in front of you.You scramble down the staircase, the suitcase bumping the railing and the stairs.The screech of tires, the hum of traffic is dull, over the thoughts going on in your head as you flag down a taxi, and get in mechanically. “___Station, Go fast,” you tell the driver, shoving the case beside you in the backseat. He nods and speeds up.The town you were so in love with, buzzes past as the car weaves through the lanes, trying to avoid the traffic from the...
Submitted to Contest #46
The doorbell rang. Mel was wearing headphones, listening to songs in the background as she edited the latest draft of her story. She had been at it the whole day, not realizing that she’d worked through half the night. She was focused on a very intriguing conflict scene. She went over the words again; the story was complete, the scene eventful, but – she didn’t know how to leave the ending. The doorbell rang yet again, but the noises in her ears and head drowned it. She considered a few alternative dialogues, playing the scene in her head, a...
He looked outside the window. The cracked window glass made him sad. The wilting flower on the window sill made him sad.He ran his fingers across his palm, on the bruise that was gone but its memory still there, pressing on it, feeling the phantom pain.He walked back to his desk, dumping himself into the chair, and staring at the pages in front of him listlessly. He pulled the laptop towards himself, waking up the screen and started typing.“She walked in the shadows.”He looked at that sentence for what seemed like a long time for him. “This ...
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