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Submitted to Contest #91
In all her forty-two  years of living Anne would describe herself as nondescript . She likes being stereotypical. Was she elated to find out her vision was failing? Absolutely. After 14 long years she could finally purchase glasses. Tip them to the bridge of her nose and explained the Dewey decimal system as though she were bored while in reality she lives for the question. Rarely does one love their job as much as Anne and quite rarely does one look the job like Anne. The two boys who have been coming in for the past coupl...
Submitted to Contest #18
It was more of a gag gift than her being serious about wearing a plush, plum, suede coat. In fact, the thrift store had a deal going that all purple tags were half off. She got the coat for a swimming total of eight dollars. Who knew it would come with so much trouble to top it off? Actually, would it be defined as trouble? Maybe it could just be defined as sad. That’s what it makes her. Not the coat. The coat fills her with emotions that she can’t figure out how to compute. It’s the note inside of the coat of her coat th...
It’s not too often that Conway finds himself in situations like these. Normally he can differentiate which person is going to blow up at him and which ones are going to ignore him. This guy was on the phone when he bumped into him and that’s normally a fail-safe. If they’re already busy they have no reason to do anything but ignore you. Apparently, this guy was looking for an opportunity to fight. Carson had hardly gotten an apology out before the red-faced guy had two fistfuls of his shirt and has him buried in the wall. Spittle is han...
Submitted to Contest #17
It isn’t like they were having a nice time. They all know it. They’re sitting around the oak, dinner table ogling the delicacies set before them. Mother always thinks it’s the best idea to set up a dinner feast so fancy that you can’t tear your eyes away from it. Airily she would wave her hand and say, ”Margo, if I have to look at your brother's face one more time I shall throw up in that wastebasket over there. Put the fine china out.” Does she have the right to complain about her mother’s wishes?So she put the fine china out and ...
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