A collection of engaging short stories to entice your senses. This is where my official contest entries reside.
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❤️Winner for the #coffeebrewstories contest by @ChickLit
❤️Winner for the Awkward Press Statement by @sport
❤️Second pla...
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It's midnight and I'm standing at the St Louis crossing.
A car wheezes past. Someone tries to run across the road.
Thud!
Splat!
And a dark red liquid colours the road. A half mangled body is left behind as the car swerves to the right with a screech and disappears.
I see the time.
12.48 am.
I walk towards him casually, used to seeing all these daily. He's lying face down. I push him and turn his face up.
I can hear a scream coming from somewhere. ............. And I wake up with a start realizing it was me screaming and I had been dreaming, dreaming of death like always.
But this death is something I needed to stop at all costs. I couldn't let him die. But what could I do to change fate?
Yes, I could reach there and push him out of the way. But then it'll be me who'd be hit. That doesn't matter so long as I'm doing it for the person I love, though he doesn't reciprocate.
I steeled my heart. I can change the prophecy. He needn't die. .................... I wake up with a start and realize I'm late to reach the site. If I don't hurry up, I'd lose him.
Hastily I get in my car and slam down the accelerator as the car sped through the empty night. I put my GPS on navigation, easily dodging the light traffic at the wee hour.
As I approach the crossroad, I glance at my watch.
12.48 am!
Thud!
Splat!
My wheel lose control with a dark figure appearing in front of my car.
And my car hits it. But I don't dare stop. What if anyone sees me? I can't afford to be late to my mission.
My conscience picks though.
I abandon my car and creep back to the place. My casualty was lying in a pool of blood, the arms sticking our oddly at angles.
My blood freezes.
I drop to the ground.
I don't even need to turn the figure around to know who's it.
