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Submitted to Contest #221
Death is a cruel mistress and became incarnate at Holloway Manor exactly 100 years ago. On October 13, 1923, James Holloway murdered his wife and two daughters. Emily Claire stopped typing and closed her laptop with a sigh. The future of her career, at The News Room, hinged on this article’s success. “Struggling?” Dorian asked beside her. Outside rain drummed against the hotel window and the wind howled at the trees. “I don’t understand his motive.” Emily pushed aside the laptop and scooted closer to her fiancé for comfort...
Submitted to Contest #181
“Let’s go for a walk,” says Kristoff. A walk, he says as if it isn’t so blistering cold our toes may freeze at any moment. A walk, as if we have the power to truly go anywhere. As if there isn’t a fence between us, keeping us from touching, from loving, from the warmth each other provides. As if we aren’t prisoners. As if… I shutter. Momma reminds me every morning to be brave. She says that the only thing they can’t take from us is our hope and we must cling to it like our life depends on it. Because the...
Submitted to Contest #179
New Year Resolutions: I will no longer allow others to steal my happiness. It is my responsibility. No one else’s. When Jimmy calls, I will not answer. I don’t care how cute he looked in that bow tie at the New Year’s Eve party last night. I don’t care that my knees still buckled when he touched my lower back to walk around me. I don’t care that his aftershave is still embedded into my pillow and the smell of it makes me shiver. He broke my heart. He doesn’t deserve me. Besides, if he wanted me back he wouldn’t have been sucking face with...
Submitted to Contest #168
Two little eyes and a frown. I draw these onto the fogged-up window as the train chugs into the tunnel. My four-year-old sister, Kate, is asleep on my leg, drooling all over my only clean dress. I want to wake her up. I want to be mad at her for soiling the last thing Mama gave me—the last thing she ever will. But I don’t have the strength. Papa said everything will be alright now. We’d be safe now. This train will take us somewhere we can stay healthy and happy until we can be a family again. But we can never be a whole family aga...
Submitted to Contest #166
“Fine.” I swallow the lump in my throat. “Then I quit.” I set his coffee down on the Mahogany table and pretend my insides haven’t just turned to jello. The two caterpillar-sized eyebrows on Rob’s head knit into one. “You can’t quit, Keira. Because you’re fired!” I spin around and rush out of the corner office of my long-time boss, Robert Stoop. I only make it halfway to my thin, wooden, scratched desk that someone probably dug out of the trash before I have to grab hold of a desk to steady myself. It hardly helps. I think I’m goin...
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