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Writing Contest - Issue 5
Below you will find all stories that were submitted for this contest.
A Delectable Dish
By Emily Clayton
Willie left one night and woke up at a farm. His blood-stained clothes cracked like stiffening plaster. Small gory crumbles tumbled to the ground. Nausea rode the journey to freedom. Brown streams, like liver and onions, spewed across his socks. Liver? He looked from the puddle to the chunks on his clothes. He’d always had…
High Street
“There’s only one reason why they call it a ‘high street’ and you’re smoking it,” Johnny said to Laetitia. A tiny mushroom cloud spilled from her cough, Johnny took the blunt and smoked what remained. A warm blanket wrapped Laetitia’s insides, distracting her from the soggy denim cradling her arse. The back of the theatre…
Bon Appétit!
Gemma invited Joe to the French Restaurant, ‘Appétit Inhabituelle’ to celebrate their anniversary. “They’re known for their ambience and ‘unusual’ delicacies!” “Whatever,” he mumbled. Sneering behind him, she brightened to a smile when he turned. Abused women react this way. The Host seated Gemma by candlelight, served her Champagne, escorting Joe elsewhere. She heard squealing…
Aliens
By Clay Fulghum
Milesy and Katrul had been talking. “Dad, we want one of the new two-legged animals for a pet. Please, please!” “What?” Xymul exclaimed. “They’re barely better than bots, just automata that can’t feel.” “No!” the kids protested. “They bleed and scream and cry! We see them in the fields” “Now kids, don’t think I’m not…
Silence
By R. Burton
The curtain draws down. Intermission time and the theatre empties. Aging men seek the comfort of the bathroom. Other patrons go to the bar. The bathroom line is long. Like a snake, the line slowly worms its way forward. A little boy stands by. His Mother continues to push him ahead. The boy appears fearful…
Solution
By David Van Houten
The detective finished his three-hour explanation identifying the murderer, how he did it, and how he escaped. With that, the detective hurried out the door to seize his suspect. The maid and the butler heard the inspector’s engine fade as he drove off toward the resolution of the case. They fidgeted until silence reigned. They…