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Submitted to Contest #40
We all sat side by side in the living room, staring at the people walking around, dancing, eating, drinking, and talking. Music blared in the background, a DJ was bopping in the corner, and blinding, neon lights flashed across our eyes. Yeah, we all knew most of the people here, but we were tired. Darren and Meg were talking on the couch across from me, and the rest of "our party" was in a heated conversation about a class field trip we had all taken in high school. I curled my knees up to my chest, only half hearing. This is what usually ha...
Submitted to Contest #39
Dear Friend,I know you don't know who this is. But I know you. You would know me if you saw me. But that's not why I'm writing you, to keep you guessing. I really wanted to ask you some questions.Do you remember waking up one morning to blessed warm light kissing your face through a small porthole window? I know you could never forget. This was strange. The sun never shined through that window as long as you were sailing North. Which you were. The light danced across the room, glittering on the sea water puddling the floor. Do you remember g...
Submitted to Contest #37
"Emma.... I'm not your father.""What?" Emma stared at the man she had called father for the short eighteen years of her life. Her mother had died when she was a baby and she and her father had lived alone ever since. She loved this man, adored him actually. They had been inseparable since her childhood. She even looked like him. Now, here he was, standing in front of her, telling her he wasn't her father. Either she wasn't comprehending or he wasn't making sense. There was no way what he was saying was true. After all, they shared the same s...
Submitted to Contest #34
Jack: Hey, Gretta?Gretta: um... hi Jackson. what's up?Jack: Ik it's been a while. how ya doin?Gretta: .........fine. hbu?Jack: Fine. Um... I need to tell u something. U got a sec?Gretta: yeahJack: I just wanted to say I'm sry for being rude and mean last month. I didn't mean to hurt u like that. That night when u came over... it's still hard to talk abt. Sry, it's probably way harder for u to think abt. Whatever. Um... when u saw me with that other girl, it didn't mean I didn't love u. Cause I do. But... how do I say this...Gretta: ............
Submitted to Contest #33
Melanie walked down the sidewalk, skidding her feet over dirt, sending pebbles flying in all directions. Trying to keep her mind off of what lay ahead. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath through her nose. She coughed as she sucked in dirt. Hoping her disguise would work, she turned onto her road. Halfway down the road, she grinned. Taking off at a run, Melanie jumped over the curb and splashed into a muddy puddle. She laughed, knowing the mud would add to her father's discomfort and disappointment. She peered down into the dark reces...
Submitted to Contest #22
2019 was ending with a bang. An overcrowded party, a DJ, and lots of drinks was a good enough finish for Zane. Yeah, he wanted to stay and see the ball drop, but he was tired. After thanking his host, he drove home, barely managing to stay awake. In his own bed, it wasn't hard to fall asleep.Zane squinted in the bright sunlight pouring through the window. He gazed up at the smooth white ceiling, picking out all the niches and scratches. 2020. This was a big year for him. He was hoping to get promoted, maybe married, and buy a house in LA. Za...
Submitted to Contest #18
Immanuel ben-Lazar had finally made it. He was standing on the wharf on the edge of the Mediterranean Sea, waiting to step foot on a ship that would bring him to America. He had been trying to escape Israel for years and an opportunity had ultimately arisen. A friend had told him about a trader who smuggled immigration passes into Saudi Arabia. That was a dangerous place for Jews, but he and his family had made it through after a few miniscule trials.Immanuel's wife, Leah, his young son, Elizar, and his sixteen-year-old daughter Rebecca were...
He had been following me all day. Of course I didn't turn around to see. I could sense him: hear the incessant crunching of his footsteps through the leaves, the labored breathing (I had been walking very quickly for quite some time), and an occasional sniff. I didn't know exactly why he was stalking me, but I had a pretty good idea.Most of the few pedestrians had gone home and the forest road was practically empty. There was a chill in the air and a biting wind howled through the bare trees, shaking the remaining leaves to the ground. I pul...
"Thomas, darling, we have to get going!"Thomas Howard was a middle-aged man who lived in a run-down, shabby hut with his exasperating (but loving) wife and seven children. He was the son of a street beggar and had had no proper schooling. He worked at an office, keeping fires, cleaning messes, and delivering messages. He was paid enough to provide his enormous family with the smallest, puniest chicken in the market for dinner. One meal a day. So it was not very common when Thomas Howard and his wife were invited to a party, however small it ...
Submitted to Contest #17
It was Thanksgiving day, but it didn't feel like it. Thanksgiving had always been a day of joy and happiness. Today just felt like any other day since we received the news three months ago. But holidays made it even harder. My brother, Zachary, had been killed in the war. The great, terrible war that was ravaging across our country. It probably wouldn't have been so bad if Zachary hadn't left. I hadn't even paid attention to the war until Zachary told us he enlisted. Now that he was gone, I saw the war everywhere I looked.Thanksgiving had al...
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