Alexandra Costigan

“Perfectly Imperfect” by Alexandra Costigan

Submitted to Contest #237

“Yes thank you, you have a great day as well.”  I hung up the phone and ran my fingers through my hair. Feeling the scabs left behind by the chemicals and my own incessant scrubbing, I was so damn grateful that the lice had finally vacated my head.  When you’re a parent, you become used to the dirty little things that get passed around classrooms. Chicken pox, the flu, the common cold, pink eye. But Maria had never brought home lice until her 3rd grade year, and I would pay one MILLION dollars if it meant never having to deal with ...

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“Perspective” by Alexandra Costigan

Submitted to Contest #236

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” I felt my blood pressure rise as I looked at the back of Gabriella’s dark hair, her body leaned into my closet. And not just any part of my closet, I knew exactly what she was looking at.  She was startled by my shout and she fumbled her hands.  “Oh! Uh…. What’s this?” She held up my old Nintendo 64 with the Princess Peach sticker on the top. It looked like a dinosaur next to the brand new iPhone sitting in her lap.  “Who told you that you could go through my stuff?!” I quickly walked over to her...

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“There Is Always Hope” by Alexandra Costigan

Submitted to Contest #235

Droplets rained down from the rooftops above, fat globs of water that crawled their way down Alex’s face as he carefully, frantically made his way down the alleyway. He peered around the corner with bated breath. The coast was clear. Quickly, swiftly, cat like he made his way down the cobblestone street, the voices behind him barely making themselves known, a whisper on the wind. He wondered what they were saying, but he let the thought go as soon as it arose. He couldn’t afford to lose a second of his focus, or it could be all over.&nb...

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“The Last Straw” by Alexandra Costigan

“REBECCA, WE HAVE TO GO! WHAT THE HELL IS TAKING SO LONG?” Mark shouted from the base of the staircase, standing by the front door. I finished adjusting my diamond earrings in the oval shaped bathroom mirror before I shouted back: “I TOLD YOU 5 MINUTES! STOP INTERRUPTING ME AND MAYBE I’LL BE DONE SOONER.” I knew I sounded annoyed, but I didn’t care. He could be so damn pushy when it came to what he wanted. And he certainly did not want to be late. But that ship had sailed. We were supposed to be there 10 minutes ago. He’l...

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“The Overthinker” by Alexandra Costigan

Submitted to Contest #123

It’s 7:30. I tap my foot on the linoleum floor of my kitchen incessantly, unknowingly. I keep telling myself to go find a task; go finish up the dishes or grab that load of laundry out of the dryer and oh, there’s also that blog post I’ve been wanting to put the finishing touches on. But my eyes are magnetically drawn to the black cat above the kitchen table, her head poking out of the top with an old fashioned clock for a belly. Her tail is swishing beneath too and fro in line with the seconds that continue to tick, tick, tick by. The ...

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