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Submitted to Contest #85
And that’s the thing about this city. No one really looks beyond the clubs, casinos, bars, and all that other crap. No one cares about the rest of the city. No one cares about the people on the street. No one cares about the people struggling to get a single scrap of food. Every. Single. Day. I mean, who would? A loud knocking suddenly erupted on the other side of the door leading to the crummy apartment Jessalyn lived in. She glanced up, the color dripping from her face like a popsicle on a hot summer day. She started shaking, but she didn...
Submitted to Contest #84
“Can you grab the veggie cutting board? I accidentally got the meat one,” my mom called out. After a few seconds, she added, “It might be in the sink.” It wasn’t hard to travel from my corner of the bunker to our “kitchen.” The bunker wasn’t big enough for a family of four. It was barely 20’ by 20’. However, it was the only life we had ever known. I didn’t even know there was something called outside until a couple of months ago. Or maybe years? I had never learned how time worked. It was hard to know what time it was. We just based it off ...
Submitted to Contest #81
Any onlooker would agree that, inside the cozy, yet cramped cottage, a romantic dinner for two was being made. Perhaps the chef, an old man with a beard like sandpaper and eyes like weights, was preparing a fine, home-cooked meal for his one and only. It was Valentine’s Day, after all. Perhaps the beautiful rotisserie chicken, baked to perfection, was her favorite dinner. It wasn’t a sight you would see often at a restaurant with fame, but it was shiny and perfect, like a young child playing in a pool on a hot summer day. Perhaps the mashe...
Submitted to Contest #78
It was weird being here; being around people that shared the abnormal hobbies I do, that is. Well, if I were to be honest, my hobby is not exactly weird; it’s quite fun, actually. It’s just not like other hobbies. I’m not a singer - although I have been told I have a great voice - and I’m not an artist either. No one has ever complimented me on my artistic abilities, and I don’t expect them to either. I’m also not good at reading, or anything similar to it, as I can barely sit still for more than a minute. But that is perfectly fine; I mean,...
Submitted to Contest #77
CW: abuse, miscarriage Part One: Carmen "Is this really necessary?" I asked, grabbing my sled. I had gotten it for my tenth birthday, but haven't used it since. My mother sighed. "Yes, it is. You need to mend the crack in your relationship! You need to fix the broken bone, the base of your friendship! You-" "Mom! Please, stop!" I sighed, "We haven't talked in years! It's not like we can just pick up where we left off; it's a lot more complicated. Ever since- well, never mind. Just forget it, Mom. You wouldn’t understand.” “Carmen,” She said,...
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