Britt Garman

“An Escape, I Mean Heist, I Mean Spy Mission” by Britt Garman

Submitted to Contest #266

      They’re close behind me as I burst onto the roof, quickly realizing there’s nowhere to go from here. I sprint to the edge of the building and look down, seeing the street 30 stories below. As I contemplate my next move, I hear the door open behind me and turn back to see three imposing men in matching suits scan the roof. It takes only a moment for them to see me and suddenly I’m out of time. I eye the gap between this roof and the one across from me. I can make it. I head towards the men for a moment, get...

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“Today is Going to be a Good Day” by Britt Garman

I feel like I’m the girl in the opening scene of a 2000s teen movie as I dance through my kitchen, singing along to the upbeat jingle in my head. I pour my sweet cream into my iced coffee and twirl back to the open fridge in a seamless motion. I stir the drink with my finger and tone down to a hum as I make my way to the dual recliner in front of the television. I set my iced coffee into my recliner and plop into my regular spot, pulling a blanket on my lap and flipping on the tv. I take my first sip as I flick through my streaming apps, try...

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“Egg on My Face” by Britt Garman

Submitted to Contest #226

Don’t look don’t look don’t look don’t look don’t loo- dammit.  My stride stuttered as I again was unable to keep my eyes forward, away from the sparkling temptress the universe has placed in my path as some cruel joke. Not only is there a high-end jeweler right on my walk to work, but it happens to be the one housing the St. Beneficio Egg. Many have heard of Faberge eggs, but those are cheap trinkets in comparison to the St. Beneficio Egg. It’s gorgeous. It’s priceless. Well, technically it did have a price: $225 million. As if anyone...

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“My Magical Mystery Button” by Britt Garman

Submitted to Contest #184

Since the moment I noticed it, the mystery button had been a great, magical button that could brighten my whole day. I was hesitant to push it, unsure if I wanted to know what it did, or if I was even allowed to know. I wondered for days if it was something I was allowed to touch and, if I did, what it would do. Maybe it didn’t do anything at all. But I refused to believe that. I stared at it and struggled with the urge to reach out and press it. It was the only way to find out what it did instead of sitting here contemplating the mystery.&n...

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“New Year's Resolution” by Britt Garman

Submitted to Contest #139

January 1, 2021 I know every New Year millions of people say “this is going to be my year,” but this year is actually going to be my year. What’s different for me? I’m going to make it my year. Yeah, I know that everyone makes a list of New Year’s resolutions that they abandon by the end of February, but this is different. I’ve created a foolproof formula for a New Year’s Resolution that can be held for a full year and I’m already implementing it.  Instead of setting a series of specific, measurable tasks to add into my life like ever...

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“Dear Mom...” by Britt Garman

Submitted to Contest #132

Dear Mom,            Hi. I don’t really know what to say. I don’t even know if you’ll ever see this, but I’ve decided it makes sense that if I write to someone on the other side, they would allow you to read it somehow. I try to believe that your always with me, like you promised, but I still miss you so much. I do believe that you watch out for me, keeping up with my life, but I’m sure you’re too busy to spend every moment watching. At least, I hope there’s more for you to do than just ...

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“I've Gotten Good at This” by Britt Garman

Submitted to Contest #127

December 30, 2021 Something Jack said last week is still really bugging me and it’s not the “we should break up” part of it. It was within the reasoning for that statement. He said he couldn’t get past my career and told me to hit him up if I ever “do something real.” First off, I will not be hitting him up, ever. We knew all along I can do better and he really did not respect that fact. But I digress.  Now usually when people take issue with a career path that includes the term “real,” it’s because people are chasing dreams and not...

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“Just a Cemetery of Broken thoughts” by Britt Garman

Submitted to Contest #120

He couldn’t actually be here, not today, not after all this time. Yet, the image remained no matter how many times she attempted to blink him away. He wore a light gray button-up, a sharp contrast to her mental image of him in the black hoodies and tees that constituted the extent of his style range back then. She’d tried to get him to move into lighter colors, to compliment his skin tone, but he was set on the black. A reminder that there’s not one true black. There’s never one true anything.  She knew the truth, that this was somethi...

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“Putting the Spooky Back in Spooky Season” by Britt Garman

Submitted to Contest #117

Put the Spooky Back in Spooky Season An Open Letter to Gen Z “Spooky season,” as you people call it, is in full swing. It seems that for you, this mostly means the return of the “PSL,” which I assume stands for something like “Pumpkin and Sweater Life,” as it makes far more sense than the vegetable-coffee drink the tricksters outside Starbucks described. I ask you, tricksters, to please pull out Instagram and just try to scroll without coming across a picture of people in sweaters holding pumpkins. That’s what I thought.  I write to y...

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