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Submitted to Contest #63
“Momma! Momma! Terry is scaring me!”Emilia ran down the stairs and into the kitchen to feel the safe comfort of her mother’s arms around her.She hugged her mother’s legs from behind, unable to reach the fully grown adult. She was a very small child.Terrance followed her, bubbling with laughter at his sister’s expense.His mother gave him the devious eyes and said “Terrance” in a B flat, which meant that he was in trouble.“Aaawwhhh! Mum! You know I was just joking around with her.”But he knew he didn’t stand a chance against his teary-eyed sis...
Submitted to Contest #62
Samantha fidgeted and twitched in her sleep. If Tag hadn’t known her better, he would have said that its habitual, but he knew her. In and out. Something was very wrong whenever she did this, because Samantha was much like a polar bear whenever she slept. In hibernation, with not a care in the world.He watched her. She scrunched her eyebrows together, and then suddenly, with no prior warning, shot up in bed. Her eyes wide open, almost delirious. Tag supported himself against the bed and brushed her wild hair with his fingers, hoping the acti...
Submitted to Contest #56
AudreyDrizzle drizzle drizzle…Look at those cinnabons frizzle!My lover’s nowhere in sightAnd that’s baking me into a tizzle.I love napkins. They are handy. Always available to keep me company. Keep my thoughts company. I hope he likes napkins, like I do. Small, irrelevant handy things. I always keep a packet in my tote.The café’s bell jingles with vigour each time wet boots enter it and sighs when the dry boots depart. I wonder how I would feel about taking the bell’s place. Constantly hit on the head to announce an arrival, a departure. The...
Submitted to Contest #55
“Sweetheart, we will be late for your appointment. You should hurry.”The sickly-sweet voice of her mother reached her through the sheets.Fiona opened her eyes. Her mother stood in front of the mirror, trying and horribly failing to tame her mane of thick, red, curly hair. Her blue eyes surveyed the contents of the dressing table and finally landing on the searched possession widened in happiness while her pale hand involuntarily reached out for the object. Her fragile stature stood bold and confident, ready to take on the world.She turned ar...
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