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It All Started Over a Cup of Tea
“That’s not how you do it.” Selina snatched the sugar bowl away from her sister, spilling a handful of lumpy granules across the pristine counter. “God, now look at what you’ve done.” She swept her long blonde locks away from her face, and glared down at Ruby, still holding the tiny teaspoon in her tiny hand. Empty mugs sat untouched beside a jar of jam tarts, waiting to be filled and taken upstairs as a sweet treat for their party. The kettle started whistling across the room, taking Selina’s attention.
By Maddy Haywood2 months ago in Fiction
Laid To Rest. Runner-Up in Through the Keyhole Challenge.
His blood pulsed in his ears. The treasure of a lifetime might have been right before him, right beyond this final barrier. In a vain attempt to steady his sweaty, shaking palms, he wiped them against his field khakis before making the tiniest of incisions in the door’s upper-left-hand corner with his small hand-drill. It was warm, so very warm, and things were so very delicate, more than he ever imagined possible. With a small match, he tested the incision for noxious gases before peering through the peephole.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 months ago in Fiction
The Key is Me
I, a simple sinner, looked through the key hole. Inside was a sight that locked me in my place. I was no longer outside of the room, but I wasn’t quite in it either. It was as if I was held in place between two worlds. My world, and this foreign one.
By Josh Ripperger2 months ago in Fiction
The Unwilling Resistance. Honorable Mention in Through the Keyhole Challenge.
I fell to my knees as if revisiting the pews from my Catholic childhood and closed my left eye in order to gaze through the ancient keyhole of a door that separated me from certain doom and uncertain, possible doom. Astigmatism be damned; I’d have rather risked losing an eye than spend another second in that god forsaken place. I had enough experience genuflecting in my youth to afford me kneecaps of steel—and for good reason too—because I couldn’t tell if I was perched on top of shrapnel or shards of bone. The warzone expanded westward and while none of us expected it, we also couldn’t hold a candle to any false promises that came from the militant leaders. And how could we? They sat cozy and confined in their well-lit fortresses and I—along with a few hundred poor bastards—sat without so much as a glimmer of light, or hope.
By Kaitlin Oster2 months ago in Fiction
finifugal
My best friend told me things that were deeper than the breadth of my own experience. I fear that I have similar feelings, almost like I lived these things through his eyes. The discreet way I handled this discernment had me reeling in a strange sense of bewilderment. Sometimes, when he spoke, I felt a strange reflection stirring in me — as if his pain had found a home in my own chest before I even knew what it meant.
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 months ago in Fiction
The Intruder
I could see them earlier today. My keyhole looks into the hallway, but I can see into the living room too, occasionally catching glimpses of my favourite family. The long luscious blonde locks of Gabi, that flowed behind her like the veil she's wearing in the picture in the hallway. The tall handsome Zack, with large rippling muscles in his shoulders as he lifted little Ava high up in the air. The perfect family, illustrated well by the perfect pictures on the wall opposite my peephole.
By Liam Storm2 months ago in Fiction
Black Cats
He hated walking past the vacant lot. He walked to work every evening - he worked the night shift - and the lot was in between his apartment and his new job. He couldn’t avoid it without going a long ways out of his way, but he hated walking past it. It wasn’t the lot, so much. It was the cats.
By Laura DePace3 months ago in Fiction
818. Honorable Mention in Parallel Lives Challenge. Content Warning.
The one thing that really fucking sucked was that she missed her children, and it defeated the purpose of getting an actual break. Though this break was warranted and needed. She had begun to slip into a deep dark hole. She was losing herself, slowly becoming an emotionless robot that was on autopilot for her kids and husband.
By Esmoore Shurpit3 months ago in Fiction
