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Submitted to Contest #28
Meet Sara. She's a bright, young woman with short blond hair. She loves to read Shakespeare, drink coffee, and living the Up North life. She works at the local souvenir shirt shop in town in the summer and attends college in Michigan's Upper Peninsula. She's studying to be a psychologist. So, she's smart. I never met someone as smart as her.There is one problem. She's dating someone else.When I moved to Frankfort, Michigan, in 2018, I began working at that same shop. My family loved coming to the area, and that summer we decided to move, me ...
Submitted to Contest #27
Billy drove silently through the city. It was a cool night. The moon was covered by clouds. Good, he thought, his cover won't be blown by its illuminating beam. Billy turned right onto Green Street. He was in ghetto country. To them, he's just a tourist. A nobody, an outcast. But what a white man doing in this neighborhood, at this time of night, is anyone's guess. His destination isn't far, but it's easy to get lost in a place like this. And Billy isn't taking the chance to ask for directions. He knew that they would send him someplace wors...
Submitted to Contest #26
"Good morning, Mr. Goodman, it is seven-thirty."I awake to the sound of my personal assistant, Fred, from across the room. He - I assume it's a he - rests in a silver box on my pale, blue wall. A single light matches the color of the wall."Good morning, Fred." I sit up, groaning loudly. My back let out a couple pops."That sounds like you need a new mattress," Fred comments on my noisy back. "Shall I contact Alexa and arrange for a new one?""No," I chuckle, "we just got this one.""As you wish, sir."I get up from my bed and cross towards the c...
Submitted to Contest #25
January 1*opens Microsoft Word. Clicks "New Document, cursor blinks, walks away*January 2*slammed at work, forgets*January 3*doctor's appointment, tired*January 4I think my New Yea-- *ponders, backspaces, ponders some more, opens Netflix, watches Grace & Frankie*January 5*types* New Year's Resolutions: *cursor blinks, walks away pondering*January 6*big presentation, tired*January 7*nothing major tonight, begins typing*Tomorrow, we will be a week into the new year, and I still have not thought of a single resolution. It's so stressful to ...
Submitted to Contest #24
We drift. Every hour we pass by, we drift. Like survivors of a shipwreck, we cling to our raft as we float on the black sea of space. A comet sails in the distance like a fairy running a marathon. A nebula, hundreds of lightyears away, is our major source of light in the pitch darkness; it stretches like a towering cliff on the coast. Stars dot the sky like tiny bubbles of sea foam. Or is it space foam?Ezekiel won't admit it. He is stubborn that way. Every time something happens, it is never his fault. Even back when we were training, w...
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