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Submitted to Contest #336
This story contains expletives, so please be aware of this before reading. The snow was over my head. That’s not poetic exaggeration — it was literally over my head, and I don’t give any version of a flying fuck what anyone says, that is not normal. When you’re digging through a frozen graveyard of discarded military tires from some defunct regime in Outer Mongolia, normality has long since packed its bags and buggered off. The directive had come from The Major, as all bad ideas did. “Dig those tires out. Size 2000/95/10.6.” Simple words, bu...
Submitted to Contest #92
1. The date for Marcus Favisham was totally irrelevant. What he did know that with this discovery his life would be more than changed. He would be able to publish what he wanted and could demand a significant fee each time he spoke. Marcus was pleased. He scrambled around on his desktop. "Where are my notes?" Now his mood had changed to a vexed state. He growled into midair with frustration. He was about to call his assistant but she was there, as always, hold his notes leaning on the door that was ajar. "I told you that you should e...
Submitted to Contest #79
He huddled in a bus-shelter in an anonymous street in an equally anonymous city. Arthur hadn’t been asleep long when purposeful kicking roused him. ‘You can’t stay there! You’ll have to move on!’ The voice belonged to the hazy figure crouched over Arthur. ‘But where do I have to go?’ Arthur turned to take the sight of the figure into full focus. ‘I really don’t know where you’ll go – I only know you can’t stay here.’ ‘Can you spare a couple of bob? Just for a cup of tea.’ ‘No! Now move on!’ A tinge of anger in the tone of t...
Submitted to Contest #73
July always seemed to be too far away. Either from or to. This is winter and looking back or forward to that month was just a chore. Samantha Craven was waiting for her favourite month. She loved July for more than one reason. It was her birth month, her mothers birth month and, with added glee, the month her grandmother was born. The rain fell and in it, you could feel the snow. It was icing over and all Smanatha could feel was sadness and remorse that summer was so far gone and too long to wait for. ‘Too far away’ she thought to herself. ...
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