The famous blue engine stalled and stopped before falling off the bridge. One by one, as if by slow motion, the train cars followed, spilling their contents. Disconnected, they lay on the floor in a heap.
A hand picked up one car and put it back on the tracks. “Choo, choo!” giggled my 2-year old.
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I was enjoying a latte at a cafe when I noticed a woman stand up, with coffee on one hand and a cigarette on the other.
I snorted in surprise, with my drink almost coming out through my nose, as I watched her walk away.
The back of her shirt reads, “Respiratory Therapy.”
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She fixed her gaze on the strange creature. Of all the smells she knew this wasn’t one. The hair on her nape stood on end.
Muscles taught, she waited for the thing to attack. She would be brave; she would defend her territory.
Suddenly, the squirrel darted over the fence disappearing into the woods.
Today, I wrote the best short story of my life. It’s brilliant and I’m very proud of it.
I can’t post it here for you though.
I tried my best, but couldn’t contain it in 55 words.
What a tragedy
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It was the moment she had waited for. Memories of laughter and hope came flooding her mind. He’s finally here smiling at her just like she imagined he would. She sees the excitement in his stride as he walked up to her.
Looking into his eyes that very moment, she realised — she didn’t care anymore.
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It took hours before the shouting subsided and he could finally sit back and relax. Some of them had turned into raving lunatics at the very mention of it, when he tried to reason with them they became even more incensed and as they grew louder he began to wish that he’d never even started.
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We’ve started receiving submissions regularly and its very exciting. I’d request everyone to please include these details while submitting your entries
Category under which your story should be posted
If you are a blogger or if you run a website, then the link to your site
A brief introduction about yourself
Title of the story
and the story itself
Of course, if you forget the title or category, I can write them for you, but it may not be as perfect as you’d like it to be
Thanks to everyone who have submitted their entries so far. Keep them coming.
This story has been submitted by Grace. Thanks for the submission Grace
The guard dozes by the front door. Like a ghost he comes in from the back, his tools behind. The dark room is lit only by diamonds everywhere. If he pulls this off quick enough there’s still time to do the bank. He takes out a big black bag.
He puts the trash in.
This is the second submission from Jonic Linley. Thanks for the submission, Jonic and keep them coming
The machine crackled and fizzed with electricity… It slowly died down to a hum, and then silence.
The doors slid open, and out stepped a man.
He observed the surroundings, and was about to make his way to the streets above when he suddenly stopped.
‘Shit… This isn’t Cockfosters‘, he said.
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He had been the world’s greatest spy. No one knows about it, of course. Everyone had died. His superiors. His enemies. The people who can give him credibility are all dead.
He knows the world’s best-kept secrets. But even if he tells, no one will believe him now, an old man in a rocking chair.
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