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Submitted to Contest #80
“Welcome to Day Spring Nursing Home- Where we are family.”Last night's snowfall blankets the ground, ‘ Snow,’ I mumbled under my breath, trampling across the walkway toward the building, ‘ Home” I chuckle, reading the sign above the door. ‘Yeah, welcome home,’ the glass doors opening-up to the smell of stale air .’ And the buzzing of bells echoing through the already crowded hallways. ‘Busy little bees.’ I mused, unzipping my jacket, mentally preparing for another day of work. It’s a sense of urgency that shifts my mind into gear, ...
Submitted to Contest #79
I watch the snowfall blanketing the street below, drawing a heart shape on the frosty window. “I don’t like lawyers,’ I mused to myself, trudging down the steps, wearing layers of clothes ready to face the icy fingers of the winter's wind. ‘It’s not fit for man or beast,’ I said with a chuckle, clutching my coat tighter, trying to stay warm as I hail a cab. And after a few attempts, one stopped up at the corner, wadding through the snow, as the air steals my breath. “Where to?” the cab driver said, keeping his eye...
Submitted to Contest #77
The sun’s rays glisten upon the freshly fallen snow that blankets the wilderness where a cabin is amid the trees. Smoke escapes from the chimney as flames lick up the remaining wood in the stone fireplace—the coffee pot spits and whistles as the temperature rises inside the metal can hanging on a hook. Derek pours the black gold in his mug, steam rises, warming his hands, taking a sip, pulls up one of the chairs from the table as he glances up, sees a black bear running toward the cabin. His cup shatters on the floor, spillin...
Submitted to Contest #76
Light cascaded through the partly pulled blinds exposing the dust bunnies hiding underneath the cubicles' strategical places, including the water cooler just down the hall. Where there is a poster is hanging for everyone's view, as it said” Meeting today for all employee’s Time: 2 p.m. Place: Conferen...
Submitted to Contest #72
Detective Green breathes a sigh of relief as he finishes up his report so he can lay to rest the murder case of the store clerk. “It’s all too easy,” Trevor muses to himself as he goes over the details one more time before heading home.“Great job, Green,” Chief Williams said. His coworkers swarm around, each praising him on a job well done. It’s not that he doesn’t appreciate all of the attention from the other officers, but as he would say, “I’m only doing my job.” A job for the past twenty years this month, j...
Submitted to Contest #70
“Building Bridges”Mountains of colorful leaves glimmer in the golden rays bursting over the horizon. Anna watches the clouds navigate through an impenetrable crystal blue sky. Her right thumb rubs the edge of her second cup of coffee this morning. Autumn, Anna softly whispers, lazily relaxing on her chair as she stretches her elegant legs.Anna ambles out onto the cabin's wrap-around deck, with a slow intake of breath of the view. In the distance, Anna watches the rustling of leaves that carpet the ground. Shielding her eyes, Anna ...
Submitted to Contest #69
‘The Candy Shop” The shop was never mine, and they had made clear to me from the beginning. With its’ polished tile floor and gleaming stainless-steel shelves glistening in the morning’s light. Bright color boxes adorned with delicious candies perfectly lined as miniature soldiers standing guard. All eagerly waiting for a child’s chubby hand to scoop up as many candies as possible. A delightful place to be, yet for me, it was never a happy place....
Submitted to Contest #67
"One Eye Jack" The sails of the ship Queen Lady catches the tail end of a northeastern wind as she made port just before the sun sunk beneath the horizon. With Captain Wampole behind her wheel, he guides her as he had done these many winters. “One more stop,” Captain Wampole mumbles with his First Mate, Mr. Johnson standing guard at his side. Mr. Jo...
Submitted to Contest #65
"Bewitching Hour" Ghostly shadows dance across the faded gray carpet and onto the whitewashed walls. Hidden secrets, lying undisturbed for many years. The sound of a ticking clock echoes in the silence, a silence that clings in the air like cobwebs in the dark corners of one’s soul. A soul where darkness lingers and hope no longer lives. Yet somewhere, there is hope if one chooses to search and are ready to pay the cost. Kara sits cross-legged...
Submitted to Contest #60
In the year 2045 "Simply aim and shoot." Mark firmly said as his hands steady his daughter, Janneke's shoulders, as she aimed at the target. With sweaty palms, she pulled back the trigger, startled by the force of the gun, cursing under her breath. "Dad, I just can't do it, " Janneke moaned. "Yes, you can. Just try again." Mark commented in hopes of encouraging Janneke. "Why?" – "Because I need to know that you'd be safe."- Safe from what?" – "You know, j...
Submitted to Contest #59
Remember The air is crisp, and the sky is gray, a perfect title for a song, I softly say, among the massive people as they crowd the city streets. As the cold steel buildings loom over the sidewalks, blocking out all the hope of the sun's warm rays. Loneliness is what I feel; it wasn't always the case; there was a time back years ago when living here in the city would have been joyous and fun. ...
Submitted to Contest #58
“Is there anyone out there?” “Is it safe?” I said, as my shoes squish underneath my weight, catching everyone's attention toward my untimely last-minute arrival aboard this crowded cage. “Sardines,” I mumbled to myself as I fell into ranks with this silent collective: strangers held together in such an unnatural habitat. “What floor?” the balding man said with a slur, his dull gray eyes peering down at my shoes. Keeping my eyes down, I said, “The eighth floor, please.” His stubby finger presses the button, &nbs...
Submitted to Contest #56
A Chance Meeting My mother called me “ugly” once. I was staring in the bathroom mirror for the fifteenth time, looking at my reflection, making sure that this red dress doesn’t draw attention to my ‘thunder thighs”. Yeah, right, Janneke, whom do you think you are? Purposely pushed an annoying strand of hair behind my left ear. “Ugly,” was the one word my loving mother u...
Submitted to Contest #54
Forgiveness Carol Ann Keefer What is it about seeking amends for an error that one person makes-is it something within us humans that crave for acceptance? There are occasions where the hurt is too deep and, amends are left unanswered. However, with enough time, forgiveness will take hold and amend for wrong will be answered in time-where hope begins new. So is our story, ashes of a friendship buried and, hope is waiting. &nb...
Submitted to Contest #52
“A Winter Surprise” By Carol Ann Keefer Newscast echoes from the radio in the dimly lit living room as the children gather to sit on the thin carpet with anticipation of building a snowman— while Ms. Freeman is busy making a list. With the daunting task of overseeing the Orphanage for thirty years now, she is diligently working on keeping a neat and tidy ship, never once, has one child gone hungry, and she is not about to let any snowstorm deter ...
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