Voting #: 4008
He fought in the war four years. He had not talked to his wife or children ever since he arrived. He was finally being sent home because of an almost fatal wound. When he arrived home, his wife informed him that the war had been over for ten years now.
A301820
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Another Course
Voting #: 4009
She laughed over a candle-lit diner. Across from her sat a man. While she imagined the life they could lead, another course came. “Where have I heard his voice?” she thought to herself. Finally it hit her; he was behind the mask that murdered her husband a year previous.
A301820
She laughed over a candle-lit diner. Across from her sat a man. While she imagined the life they could lead, another course came. “Where have I heard his voice?” she thought to herself. Finally it hit her; he was behind the mask that murdered her husband a year previous.
A301820
Everything Goes Dark
Voting #: 4010
A cry echoed as she scrambled behind a door. Her pursuer, a few steps behind, grasped her and yanked her out into the open. The blood stain on the front of his shirt blurred with the tears spilling onto her hands. His knife raised, everything goes dark. Curtains fall. Intermission.
A302039
A cry echoed as she scrambled behind a door. Her pursuer, a few steps behind, grasped her and yanked her out into the open. The blood stain on the front of his shirt blurred with the tears spilling onto her hands. His knife raised, everything goes dark. Curtains fall. Intermission.
A302039
Lunch Time
Voting #: 4011
You know, we’re not that close with each other. Yeah, except everyone thinks we belong together. But I’ve never even met them! I guess we look good side-by-side. No we don’t. Your colors don’t match mine. Well, I complete you -— said peanut butter to jelly, as they entered the blackness.
A302403
You know, we’re not that close with each other. Yeah, except everyone thinks we belong together. But I’ve never even met them! I guess we look good side-by-side. No we don’t. Your colors don’t match mine. Well, I complete you -— said peanut butter to jelly, as they entered the blackness.
A302403
Mirror
Voting #: 4012
She saw the girl; she looked miserable -- a monster. The crescent-mooned scythe under the eyes, the empty abyss whirled the pupils. She saw Niccolò Machiavelli and verbos españoles frolicking above the girl’s head, sucking at her soul. They were eating the miserable girl. She blinked. She looked at herself.
A302403
She saw the girl; she looked miserable -- a monster. The crescent-mooned scythe under the eyes, the empty abyss whirled the pupils. She saw Niccolò Machiavelli and verbos españoles frolicking above the girl’s head, sucking at her soul. They were eating the miserable girl. She blinked. She looked at herself.
A302403
The Perfect Storm
Voting #: 4013
He was returning home after a treacherous journey in the Grand Banks of Nova Scotia, in search of the mightiest catch of all, the swordfish. His face wizened from the salty waves, yet the bags under his eyes darker than the deep sea. There were no ships to be seen.
A302087
He was returning home after a treacherous journey in the Grand Banks of Nova Scotia, in search of the mightiest catch of all, the swordfish. His face wizened from the salty waves, yet the bags under his eyes darker than the deep sea. There were no ships to be seen.
A302087
Terror
Voting #: 4014
Screaming, she covered her face with her hands. He was coming towards her, his face partially lit by an eerie glow.
He disappeared, and she was falling forward into the darkness. Screams echoed all around, the terror of a dozen children.
Beeeep. Sunlight.
"Please exit the ride to your left"
A301975
Screaming, she covered her face with her hands. He was coming towards her, his face partially lit by an eerie glow.
He disappeared, and she was falling forward into the darkness. Screams echoed all around, the terror of a dozen children.
Beeeep. Sunlight.
"Please exit the ride to your left"
A301975
Speech
Voting #: 4015
The gaze of the audience cut through me. I stood in the center of the stage behind the podium.
My finger tips permanently shaking with nerves, the color leaving my face. I am vulnerable, eager to
hear my next word. Not a minute later, I am flat on the floor.
A301948
The gaze of the audience cut through me. I stood in the center of the stage behind the podium.
My finger tips permanently shaking with nerves, the color leaving my face. I am vulnerable, eager to
hear my next word. Not a minute later, I am flat on the floor.
A301948
Oh, Holy Spirit!
Voting #: 4016
The vase shattered. Tears immediately joined the broken pieces that lie on the floor. Sharlese dropped to the ground and began fixing the vase. But her efforts proved to be useless as the ashes of her brother lay on the ground alongside the broken pieces, her tears, and her blood.
A302297
The vase shattered. Tears immediately joined the broken pieces that lie on the floor. Sharlese dropped to the ground and began fixing the vase. But her efforts proved to be useless as the ashes of her brother lay on the ground alongside the broken pieces, her tears, and her blood.
A302297
Regaining Consciousness on a Bed of Silk
Voting #: 4017
Sifting his pockets, he brought out a lighter,
and by the light of the flame found that he was
enclosed in a buried coffin.
For hours he screamed in vain,
his breath came in sobbing gasps,
his free hand clawing at the walls of hell.
Then the flame went out.
A032368
Sifting his pockets, he brought out a lighter,
and by the light of the flame found that he was
enclosed in a buried coffin.
For hours he screamed in vain,
his breath came in sobbing gasps,
his free hand clawing at the walls of hell.
Then the flame went out.
A032368
Walking Home Tonight
Voting #: 4019
Towering trees cast shadows on the back road,
a bicycle lay overturned on the pavement.
The front tire revolved with metallic rasps,
inky streaks on the road glittered maliciously in the twilight,
the rustle of leaves told her someone drew nearer
to where she stood paralyzed with a trembling fear.
A032368
Towering trees cast shadows on the back road,
a bicycle lay overturned on the pavement.
The front tire revolved with metallic rasps,
inky streaks on the road glittered maliciously in the twilight,
the rustle of leaves told her someone drew nearer
to where she stood paralyzed with a trembling fear.
A032368
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