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Submitted to Contest #275
Every time I passed the old, worn broom in the kitchen corner, I couldn't help but chuckle. It was never meant for sweeping; we had another broom for that task, and we were instructed to not touch it. I frequently pondered the significance of this particular broom, which my mother guarded as fervently as she did her children. As I matured, my scrutiny of the broom intensified. I had questions, but my mother would either brush them off or change the subject whenever I broached the topic. The more I watched, the more I realized that the broom...
Submitted to Contest #36
Day 1, June 3, 2023 Well, today I have decided to take up journaling. I am not sure why I decided to take on such a thing as it escapes me how these people can write about absolutely nothing and make it sound like it is everything. It is day one and I am so totally lost. I don't even know where to begin…Day 2, June 4, 2023 Day two has arrived and I am still as lost as I was yesterday. I thought all day and half my sleepless night about what I wanted to put in my journal. No ideas presented themselves so maybe today will be better.&...
Submitted to Contest #6
It had started as a joke between my best friend Andrew and I. He had said I would never leave our quaint little town of Hisbiscus so I set out to prove him wrong. I had just turned eighteen and was itching to explore the reaches beyond the tiny one-lane road I had been born and raised in. A car for graduation from my loving parents as well as a sizable amount of money to start me on my journey into adulthood set me up to take the leap to prove Andrew wrong. I tossed what few belongings I had gathered, thinking I wouldn’t be gone long, ...
Submitted to Contest #5
She looked out the window at the blue jay as itroosted on the bird feeder thinking how nice it would be to be a bird without aworry. What would it truly be like to fly on the breeze with open wings screechingan alert as one swooped in to steal bits of food? She watched a moment beforeturning back to the kitchen counter to continue cutting vegetables. The knife slippedeasily through the hard carrot as she sliced them for the dinner meal. Next camethe onion, then the celery, the potato, and finally the meat. The stew wouldsimmer all day as she...
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