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Submitted to Contest #186
“Who’s that?”“I don’t know. I can’t ever remember who drives what.”“Amelia drives a Honda, right?”“Most people drive Honda’s.”“I think that’s Amelia.”“Sure, I mean, maybe, I can’t say.”“Can you read the license plate?”“Not with how dark—hold on—do you...remember Amelia’s license plate number?”“I don’t know, maybe if I saw it I’d, y’know…““But not what she drives?”“…just maybe it’d jog something.”“G—4—Z—1…is that a ‘1’ or an ‘L’? I think it’s a—”“Hold on, she just…I think she’s getting out.”“Are you warm?”“Shh, look.”“Why am I so warm?”“See, ...
Submitted to Contest #117
I don’t know how long I watched myself sleep that night. My face looked different than it did in the mirror. I can’t say in what way, it just did. I wondered what I was dreaming about. Probably the usual stuff. I didn’t wonder why I was floating a few feet above my own body. Not for a while at least. I can’t say how long. There I was, dreaming, probably about struggling to put on a pair of socks. The socks thing is a surprisingly common motif in my dreams. I never have much trouble putting them on in the waking world. I struggle wi...
Submitted to Contest #100
You are escorted into a tall dining room lined with windows.The drapes are drawn. A glossy table stretches out to the far end of the room, reflecting the ceiling’s baroque fresco. No one is there except you and the butler.The butler leads you further into the room, passing by rows of chairs, the tabletop gleaming like the surface of a dark river. Neither of you make a sound as you walk, the soft rug padding your steps. Somewhere a little past the midpoint of the room, the butler stops and pulls out a chair. You sit. The chair is wo...
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