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Submitted to Contest #223
Amanda Henderson takes a deep breath, scrutinizing her reflection in the dorm room mirror. The young woman she sees there looks nothing like her, but rather a version of who her professors believe she ought to be. She wears an unimposing blue jewel tone dress, one that goes below the knees and covers her voluptuous chest. Her heels are exactly two inches high and closed-toe (of course). Her legs are trapped in the sensory nightmare that is panty hose, which are scratching at her stubby legs mercilessly. With her hair pulled half up and her m...
Submitted to Contest #175
“Thank you so much, again, for agreeing to do this.” “Hardly,” Tessa said. “You didn’t give me much of a choice, Emily.” Maybe that was harsh. Tessa knew her sister was home sick and needed help today. She took a breath and said with less malice, “What else are twin sisters for?” “See? That’s the spirit.” Tessa checked her makeup in the mirror again, shocked at who was looking back at her. Giant eyes framed by thick, brunette curls, and large yellow pearl studs on her ears. She need only look down to see the most incons...
Submitted to Contest #168
They call them patchwork hills. Rolling, misshapen, vibrant as the stock photo shown on my laptop’s background. Each time I take out my Iphone 4 to snap a photo, I’m disappointed. There is no way to capture this passing beauty but to look at it in wonder. That hardly seems fair. We’re on our way to Cornwall, England to sing and make music for the locals. Almost everyone on this train was a stranger up until one week ago, when this overseas program began. We’ve been in transit for over four hours, but I feel as though I could stay here ...
Submitted to Contest #165
“Hello, my son,” came a geriatric voice from behind a mesh screen. “Please begin in your own time.” What am I doing here? I wondered. “I hurt someone,” I said. The wooden bench creaked beside me. Surely he’s heard worse. “I’m so sorry to hear that. Would you mind telling me when the last time you came to confession was?” While trying to think, my phone glowed with a notification. My chest and stomach swapped places before I read what I received, a harmless alert from the weather app. Light rain recommencing in fiv...
Submitted to Contest #163
Boots the Cat “A few years ago I was living with someone, but she died a few weeks back. Stacy was her name. And Stacy had a cat named Boots. I never liked that cat, but once Stacy was gone, guess who was in charge of Boots? “Me. It was me. “I met Stacy because when I moved to New York City, I really needed a roommate. Everyone needs one to afford living. Everyone normal, anyway. We lived together for two years and said almost nothing to each other the entire time; It was perfect. But when Stacy got a cat, I was pretty...
Submitted to Contest #162
Our tender chicken breasts are coated with grated Parmesan, the menu reads. “Sam? Do you know what you’re getting?” And Italian breadcrumbs. And– “Sam?” I look up at the familiar brown eyes which hold an unfamiliar expression. My mother’s lips jut forward. “What are you ordering?” My focus is all over the place, and I haven’t been able to read past one item. “The um..” Baked in our marinara sauce, topped with three Italian cheeses and– God this description kind of goes on forever. “Chicken,” I finally sa...
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