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Submitted to Contest #179
I promised to change. At least that’s what I told everyone. Now whether or not I was sincere at the time, I couldn’t tell you. I promised to change when I was nineteen. My mother sat at the kitchen table praying into a bowl of half-snapped peas, while Daddy flicked me with holy water like I was a cat who had climbed onto the Christmas tree. “You’re going to hell, girl!” he screamed. Spit flew from his mouth, and his face was as red as the tomatoes freshly picked from our garden. I stood there with droplets of water running down my skin sta...
Submitted to Contest #148
Apartment 403 was where it all began. It was a beautiful Sunday morning, and we were walking to Benny’s café for a quick bite to eat. The sidewalk was too narrow for two lovers to walk side by side, so I walked behind her. I almost crashed into her as she stopped suddenly, pointing at a for sale sign in front of a quaint apartment complex on the corner of Henwood Avenue. She gushed over how each apartment had a small wrought-iron balcony overlooking the East side river. A month later we moved in, loading the moving truck like we were r...
Submitted to Contest #129
Everywhere I looked, there was snow. A minute ago, I had the warm sun on me, defrosting my frozen limbs. I was going down the slope way too fast; sweat poured down my face, pooling in my neck warmer. Breathe! The voice in my head screamed at me. I tried to move my body, but I felt like a freezer-burnt popsicle stuck to an icy surface. When things couldn’t get any worse, my ski poles flew from my hands. I waved my arms in the air trying to keep my balance, but I couldn’t. I fell, hard, landing on my stomach. I started to roll, turning into a ...
Submitted to Contest #120
“Back in my day, we didn’t have those fancy devices to give to our children,” Grandma Maureen glanced over at Felix and Emma from her usual place at the kitchen table. They were sitting shoulder to shoulder, small legs dangling off the floral-patterned loveseat. Their fingers, moving frantically across the screens of their tablets. Felicia groaned. Another lecture from Grandma Maureen. Just what she needed today. Grandma Maureen rose from her chair, the legs screeched against the old wooden floor. She shuffled into the kitchen in slippered...
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