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Submitted to Contest #310
1,003 auditions, fifty callbacks, zero bookings. Apart from loading boxes into a warehouse and all of these unbooked roles, that’s all that my time here has shown these past two years. I suppose I should be lucky, considering most celebrity-wannabes don’t even get the chance to make it to California, but it’s difficult to appreciate that since I’ve seen new stars tear their way through Hollywood with success after success. All while I’ve had none. My childhood was spent in movie theaters, much to my parents’ dismay. They sat through endless ...
Submitted to Contest #308
The sun disappeared nineteen years ago. No stars in the black sky, no lick of light. Evidently, it was on a random summer day in August according to my mother’s journal that I found tucked away in our hallway closet. Apart from our biweekly endeavors to obtain groceries, there wasn’t much to entertain myself in our two-bedroom log cabin. My parents try their best to keep me occupied, but there’s only so many times you can play board games or read the same few books over and over. My parents can barely occupy themselves considering I watch th...
Submitted to Contest #267
**Mention of a child's death due to an allergy I found out who my new neighbors were when my son killed theirs. It was an accident, of course. My son gave theirs a peanut butter blossom cookie at recess, not knowing a bite of it would send him into shock. His parents, overwhelmed with moving into a new house the weekend before school started, forgot to pack his EpiPen in his backpack and his extra in his pants pocket. Their son died on the way to the hospital, and I didn’t know about my son’s involvement until twenty minutes before we left ...
Submitted to Contest #244
When was this? I stared at the blurry photo of myself, sitting next to Andy in a sticky booth in a bar I’ve been to a thousand times. Why don’t I remember this? Could’ve been drunk based on how many empty beer cans were on the table but why do I not remember Andy either? Flash forward to the beginning of the night… I didn’t even want to go to this bonfire tonight. Not sure why though. I wasn’t feeling particularly antisocial or anything, and despite the long week I wasn’t necessarily tired, but something in my bones told me I shouldn’t...
Submitted to Contest #240
The wind came on April 3rd, 2023, and hasn’t stopped since. I live in an apartment, surrounded by a bunch of stir-crazy people, like myself, trying to figure out how to continue to live their life by not going outside. On the first day, all I could hear was the howling of the wind outside my window. It was the beginning of Spring, so I didn’t think much into it. Rainstorms and excess wind are all a part of it, I just didn’t expect this devastatingly harsh wind to still be here nearly a year later. The meteorologists and newscasters did...
Submitted to Contest #238
Before tonight, my girlfriend and I had been in a relationship for nearly seven years. We fell in love our last semester of college after I spotted her in a coffee shop about two blocks from campus. She sat in a booth, alone, sipping away on a large black iced coffee with crumbs of a croissant sitting on a plate. In her hands was a rather bulky textbook, though I don’t remember the title now, and she was so engrossed in the textbook I knew there was no way she felt my eyes on her. She wore a stained navy-blue sweatshirt with some black jogge...
Submitted to Contest #235
I can pack all of my belongings and my son’s in under thirty minutes. I attribute part of this to my military kid upbringing. My parents liked to live the minimalist lifestyle, they’d only put a few decorations up here and there. And while I hated seeing bare walls on each house or apartment we lived in; I definitely see the appeal now. My son is homeschooled because it is easier to do that then explain to his teachers why we move so often. And before you ask, it’s not because of the military. Granted, my son is only in first grade, so I’...
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