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Submitted to Contest #95
A burly looking surly officer lumbered towards the fireplace, and took a seat in its closest vicinity, with the ensuing screeching shriek. He was hardly in par with the yardstick of masculinity, with his behemoth physique and boisterous disposition. Leaning forward, he presented me with his first question of the interrogation session."For how long have you known the Nelson Publishers?"His close proximity frazzled my nerves, and I staggered back on my seat. Seeing the pallor spread on my face, he mouth...
Submitted to Contest #94
Warm colors adorned the shabby bedroom through the glass window, marking the onset of sunset. The old man idling away on his unkempt bed, sulked, rubbing his eyes due to the sudden intrusion of light. The clanking of steel utensils against each other resounded in the kitchen, whereas obnoxious rock music blared from the old music system in the living room, making the house a chaotic mess.House? Check. A humble apartment? Check. A roof over the head? Check. Home? Just...
December, 1956. Lower Manhattan, New York. A young woman swathed in a thick winter attire, accompanied by the ancillary overcoat, was sitting at the glass bus shelter, waiting for the last bus to Brooklyn. The fragile glass cover and the overcoat did little to do away with the inclement weather. A restless young man scurried across the zebra crossing and ambled along the pavement, finally stopping at the bus shelter. The young woman tugged at her beanie, pulling it down beyond its capacity....
Submitted to Contest #93
Every child is born clumsy, for that is one of the only usuals for an infant. However, clumsiness is neither innate, nor hereditary. Most people shred this trait with growth. But, a rare percentage of people, owing to developmental disorders, carry this trait right into their adolescence, followed by their prime youth, culminating into its pinnacular form in adulthood. No one chooses to inherit this defective trait, solely for the sake of negative attention. Clumsiness is of three t...
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