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Submitted to Contest #102
"So, as you all know, we are here to celebrate that my stupid little brother is now an adult!"The crowd laughs, finding this statement funny. They all know what university I was accepted into; they all know my plans to become a doctor; they all think I'm incredibly smart. My sister smiles with them, pride warm in her eyes. She is wearing a simple dress, midnight blue and elegant. Her dark hair is piled gracefully on her head. She wears only white pearls in her ears, and her makeup is discreet. Everything about her outfit says "don't pay atte...
Submitted to Contest #101
She was magnificent to look at, surreal. Her coloring: so vibrant. Shades of life seeped from her like water from a sea. As water is simply a subset of the larger body, so color seemed to originate from her. She even seemed to glow, like a halo around an angel, the earth around the sun. She was lovely, beyond imagination. Until you heard her voice."Why do you keep her?" I used to ask my grandmother. "She says the most horrible things.""She does," my grandma would agree, "but she is simply repeating what she was once taught... let's teach her...
Submitted to Contest #100
The room was completely dark, and not one person spoke. Still the sound of anticipation seemed to fill the room, throbbing like a pulse. Everyone had been looking forward to this night for quite some time--they had to purchase tickets months in advance--and they were all eager to see if the "Great Psychologist" could really live up to their expectations. Yes, some people felt a bit uneasy about being manipulated by a shrink, but everyone who had gone to this event before came back with only positive feedback, happy laughs, and, of course, ne...
Submitted to Contest #99
Gray. Blue. A hint of purple. A stripe of red. Yellow. Orange. The center of the sun. I catch hints of it on my drive home, only glimpses between houses and trees and power lines and the smudge of transparency that I call a window. The sun is rising in the East. A few cars are on the street: some, like me, heading home after working the night shift, others only beginning their day. The sky paints a story around us. A story of hope and of second chances. Most of us ignore it, though, too tired to take our eyes off the street. Still, each day,...
Submitted to Contest #98
Scrape, scrape. The ear-torturing sound of a metal spoon hitting a glass bowl fills the kitchen as I aimlessly mix my low-fat, Greek yogurt. I stare into the white substance as if it holds the answers to my problems. I try not to think about my problems, though. I try not to think about anything. That's why I'm trying to drown out the productive noise of my older brother and my father discussing ways to make their private business even more efficient. They are sitting at the kitchen table, mugs of black coffee cradled in their manicured hand...
Submitted to Contest #97
It happened at 9:17 pm. I know the exact time because I had been looking at my watch, timing myself as I brushed my teeth."Always brush for one whole minute," Dad used to say.So I did. Sometimes, I even added on thirty seconds, just to be sure. Anyway, at 9:17, as I was brushing my teeth, someone knocked on my window.Knock, knock knock. Then a three second pause. Knock, knock, knock. Then a three second pause.Immediately, I knew who it was. My best friend, Ben. The knock pattern was our emergency call. We hadn't needed it for a while, so I j...
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