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Rosemary woke up on December 31st with the feeling that her day was going to be awful. She had been up into the late hours of the night first watching an incredibly disappointing movie, and then scrolling through fanart of said movie, hoping it would give her some closure. Spoiler alert: It didn’t, and Rosemary now brushed her teeth and styled her on-the-cusp-of-being-too-greasy hair, before pulling on her boots and heading for the front door. “Oh, hell.” She groaned as she remembered the tampon she had forgotten to change, shuffling back i...
Submitted to Contest #89
The lake reflected light better than anything else on campus. That was the conclusion Maisie came to as she watched the image of her dorm, eyes focused on the flames that could be seen from the kitchen windows. She wondered what it would feel like to touch the orange glow that rippled ever so slightly on the surface. To press her hands into the heat and not for one second feel the burn. Her palms itched with the need to press it against her already scarred fingertips. “Nice morning, huh?” She turned and saw she wasn’t the only one who had t...
Submitted to Contest #62
When Tabitha Stanhope told her husband she was pregnant, it took him all of three seconds to decide that they were not going to find out the sex of the baby until it was born. Tabitha argued that she needed to know in order to buy clothes and decorate, but Ray adamantly wanted to be surprised and Tabitha eventually gave in. She went through her pregnancy with Ray at her side, and on the day the baby was born, Ray found himself in a hospital waiting room picking out snacks for his wife as she went into labor. Next to him at the vending machi...
Submitted to Contest #49
There was a leaky faucet that wouldn’t stop dripping, and a clock that was right twice a day. There was a cell phone sitting on the kitchen table, and a man who kept losing to himself at solitaire. He pulled all of the cards back to him, wondering if anyone else was as bad at solitaire as he was. Were those people bad at all cards, or just bad at being alone? The phone buzzed, and the man nearly dropped the stack of cards checking the text. Save Big This Weekend On Sporting Goods! Not what he was looking for. He settled it back...
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