Tag: short story
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Week 21 – Goodbye
The depression was like a black liquid seeping through his veins. It made his bones feel heavier, his heart emptier. She, on the other hand, was feeling weightless, a new light surrounding her. Her bags packed, her things in boxes, it was time to say goodbye to a world holding her back. The more she…
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Week 20 – Disaster Zone
Pillows bleeding, their stuffing strewn across the floor in pockets of violence, newspapers wet and crumpled in a corner, a lamp shattered into multiple pieces, and photographs knocked on their sides. Down the hallway, toilet paper had been pulled from the bathroom and weaved its way into the laundry, while petals and leaves had been…
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Week 19 – Time
Time is irrelevant. Unless you want to go back. That, unlike in the movies, can’t be done. But hitting pause, slowing things down, or speeding things up, it’s how the Observers get by. They walk among us, helping where they can – sometimes hindering – all the while fascinated with our obsession with time. It…
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Week 18 – In the Rain
The rain came quickly. Water blanketed the already dark city and overwhelmed drivers; the sheets of water making the roads fade and almost disappear. Bright flashes of red pushed through the haze as cars braked and slowed to half the 100k limit. He was barely visible in his hoodie and black trackpants, walking north with…
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Week 17 – Alone
As I scan the room I realise I’ve forgotten what I was looking for. There are a few rumpled clothes in the corner; I’m not sure if they’re clean or dirty because there’s another few in the other corner. The dresser by the door is cluttered with make-up, hair ties and hair clips, and on…
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Week 16 – Golly
Tanya reached up and lifted down the love-worn bear. It had few patches of fur remaining but its eyes were still shiny, reflecting Tanya’s own in them. She turned him around, the once white label on the bear’s bottom now almost transparent and fraying at the tips. Tanya hugged the bear into her chest, felt…
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Week 15 – Gnigel
His skin pale, his smile painted, he waits by the door. Feet planted firmly on the ground, Gnigel’s eyes look up to the darkened sky but see nothing. A firm hand slowly but purposely wraps around the gnome’s face. Fingers stretch across the back of his head and hat, thumb on the other side of…
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Week 14 – Dented
Thoughts swirl but nothing sticks. “How do I get myself out of this one?” Gemma asks no one. She surveys the damage to the car and sighs heavily. She’d reversed straight back, too quickly, and now has created a large dent and taken out the brake lights. The crunching and cracking noises and the jolt…
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Week 13 – From the Shops
The chime of the door bell seems to echo through all the rooms of the house. It is followed shortly by the shuffling of feet and shadows behind the glass panes. The woman that opens the door appears to be in her late 60s, hair greying and maps of a life fully-lived etched on her…
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Week 12 – Hangover
It was just meant to be one coffee. One quick catch up with old friends and then promises to “talk soon”, but don’t. You know, the usual. But waking up has evolved into a desperate attempt to hold onto the bed, hoping not to fall off of it as the room spins seemingly clockwise and…
Kendall Forbes 