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Submitted to Contest #161
Libby Porter had been raised in a devoutly religious household, and believed there was no problem in the world that could not be solved by prayer. Libby never had any reason to doubt this; so, when her faith failed her and she could not find comfort when she needed it most, she was utterly lost.Her twin sister, Carla, was hit and killed by a drunk driver when they were 18. Libby’s world collapsed and her faith seemed to be gone, along with Carla. Their home had been quiet and serious even before Carla died, but after, all joy was snuffed out...
1966 Thomas Clary is from Cambridge, Massachusetts. Most people think of Cambridge as a city of elite thinkers and gentlemen. Harvard and MIT, beautiful scenery, deep history, and bridges over the Charles River into Boston. It is, indeed, all of that. But Cambridge also has lesser-known neighborhoods where the regular blue-collar folk live. The factory workers and shop owners and people who clean the floors at those prestigious universities. It is one of these neighborhoods that Thomas and his mother call home: Inman Square. Thomas’ moth...
⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #158
Oh no. No no no no no no. This can’t be happening. I sit up from the bench I was sleeping on, trying to take in my surroundings and not vomit. Oh, my aching head. Many of my hangovers have been terrible before but never THIS terrible.I am in an unfamiliar subway station. The smell of fuel and greasy food and dirty floors and public urination suddenly becomes too much, and I run into the station bathroom which is thankfully nearby, and up comes all my stupidity. Mixed together with the martinis and scotch and champagne and whatever else I’ve ...
Submitted to Contest #158
"Well don't bogart the whole thing," Emma said, reaching for the cigarette.“I think you only say 'bogarting' for joints,” Connie replied. “And besides, I’m not bogarting anything. You’re just so damn slow that I want to make sure I get a few drags in case we get caught.”Connie took one more puff for good measure before handing the cigarette to Emma.It was a pleasant evening, the heat of the day just beginning to subside. The perfect time to sneak out of the house. Again. They’d done it so many times that they were expedient in their movement...
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