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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....
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 wo...
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....
Submitted to Contest #25
January 1*opens Microsoft Word. Clicks "New Document, cursor blinks, walks away*January 2*slammed at work, forgets*January 3
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?
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