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Submitted to Contest #239
Content Warning: Mature Content and Language.When did everything we do become so lonely?I thought about this a lot while I waited for the next episode of The Family Code. With the current plot line the buzzy drama had promised to resolve today shivering in the airwaves like flammable vapor, I had to avoid social media. For among its denizens existed particularly loathsome assholes; waiting to pounce on the unsuspecting, expectant viewer with spoilers in everything they wrote: captions, descriptions, pictures - even emojis. Digital journ...
Submitted to Contest #221
As soon as Leila heard the phrase, groaned in exasperation by Mr. Ray to Mr. Joby when the end-of-recess bell rang for Little Flowers Nursery, she knew what she had to do.Leila raced all the way back to her classroom, heart thumping in her tiny chest. The idea flashed in tandem through her mind; it was clear and beautiful, like the perfectly formed hibiscus Mummy had once pointed out in their garden. Leila imagined her idea sprouting, then growing into leaves and stems and petals as soon as she told the others.Her squeals startled everyone w...
Submitted to Contest #220
'For this recipe, d'you think the judges will check if she's alive?'I nearly upended a tin of flour, giggling madly. Gramps could bake like nobody's business, but more importantly, he was a born storyteller. Whenever my parents dropped me off on fall weekends so they could cuddle up to create their own October warmth, Gramps and I baked cakes, tarts, tortes, rolls, cookies, donuts and last year, a particularly fine tower of choux pastry for his neighborhood's Annual Halloween Baking Contest. And like the sugar he spun, he had me spellbound w...
Submitted to Contest #113
‘He’s dying.’Jo looked up at the lady in the wheelchair, one hand buried deep in Benny’s fur. It was so thick, a grassland of curling black hair. ‘Check his mouth,’ Ms. Darrow said with a slurp of her tea. Her chair squeaked and some tea splashed on the floor.Jo let go of Benny. His big brown eyes followed her movements, questioning nothing. She pushed Benny’s food bowl towards him with her sneaker, filled with kibble and dashes of peanut butter. After a long moment of panting uncertainly by the bowl, he swung away and flopped down at Ms. Da...
Submitted to Contest #55
‘Get the grips to park in the street, but we’re not paying if they’re towed. That’s on them. No, no - the camera stays with him, he picked it up yesterday. The DP’s gotta be in charge - yes, 7:00 am sharp. Not a moment later. If I can be early, so can they. And -’‘Dear, your bag is absolutely filthy. And your bed! Lord, it’s been a year at least since you started using those sheets, I’ll pop them off…’‘Mum! My AD’s on the phone!’‘…along with this one, I’ve got some things in the machine anyway -‘‘Can you leave? I can’t remember anything if y...
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