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Submitted to Contest #163
The density in the air seems to compress the room and everyone in it. No one uttered so much as a sound since Jessica began cooking the dinner that now sat before them—Succulent and juicy chicken marsala drowning in salty, sweet brown marsala sauce and an abundance of mushrooms. The serving platter continues to steam, wafting the dish's flavors, tickling the senses around the dinner table. Though there weren’t many of them, this was bound to be a dinner, never to be forgotten. CLINK—Jessica clinks her wine glass with Melissa’s. The prolon...
Submitted to Contest #117
Everyone in the small town of La Arbolita, NM knows the urban legend of Hummel Park. It has been said that a group of cannibalistic albinos inhabit the park and if caught alone at night, will attack to drag you away for dinner. Though no one has ever seen one of these cannibals, many eerie happenings have taken place in the park to cause enough alarm. Stories of shadowy figures appearing between the dense foliage have been reported but never confirmed, and numerous people have entered the park never to be heard from again, their bodies never...
Submitted to Contest #35
The sun glistened in the snow like bright gems, so brightly that it was often quite blinding. After four days of substantial snowfall, the sun finally made its way through the dense grey clouds. It was the first day in months that it was even warm enough to walk outside farther than to the car door.  Signs of melting snow were beginning to show as a sign of good faith that it was soon to melt into the ground and be replaced with lush, green grass and charming flowers. I could hear my feet crunching over the snow ...
Submitted to Contest #28
Part 1 Three years and this is how it ends. Three years and this is how it all falls apart. If I had been paying attention, I could have heeded the warnings and kept my heart intact...  “I’m going to need you to step aside for further processing,” the Border Patrol Agent uttered emotionlessly. My heart was already racing after going through what seemed like the inquisition. I walked over to a chair with my luggage in tow and sat down. I tried not to look like I was uncomfortable but there were so many things raci...
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