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Submitted to Contest #327
The forest air had a strange air quality here, a strangely sour-sweet-rotting scent you could almost sense in your mouth, as if inhaling the exhalation of a gaunt body. That sickly scent had reached me long before the trees had thinned; I could still smell it wafting toward the undergrowth while the canopy was as dense and unbroken as it had always been. A lazy breeze swept it across the winding and rooted track, snaking serpentine tendrils at the pine needles, skimming the slick quality of the wet moss. It had a sound, too, a susurration th...
Submitted to Contest #269
In the dimly lit corner of a bustling New York City tavern, a young man named Henry Gilbert nursed a pint of ale with a look of quiet resignation etched into his gaunt features. His eyes, once lively with the excitement of academic discovery, now bore the weight of defeat and despair. His frayed shirt and disheveled hair spoke volumes of his recent misfortune, a stark contrast to the well-dressed patrons who chuckled and clinked glasses nearby. A linguist by trade, Henry had once held a prestigious position at the local university, his offic...
Submitted to Contest #221
Swaying to a carefully selected mix of songs from Toni Braxton, Kenny G, Sade and The Isley Brothers, Camryn Lewis strolled through the mansion, holding a glass of cabernet she had purchased at a local farmer's market. She turned it up loud on the home audio system, the mellow music filling the house with the vibe of a downtown jazz bistro. If she hadn't gone to Yale for archaeology, one might think that she would have been a disc jockey. However, Camryn was distinctly familiar with quality, soulful music. Her pride sprang from that one ca...
Submitted to Contest #192
MANCHESTER, NEW HAMPSHIRE"Nate," Luke said, in an exasperated tone. "Cut the crap, man. Tell me what's really going on.""It's about Dad, about his personal life."The brothers sat across from each other at a squared, high-top table inside Murphy's Taproom. On a rainy Wednesday night, the pub was alive with listless chatter, clinking glasses, and the endless stream of alcohol.Luke drained his beer. "That's what this is about? Do I really look like I care about that man's personal life?"Nate sighed. "Luke, our father was--""Was kind of uninvolv...
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