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Submitted to Contest #314
For as long as I can remember, I have been hot. Not in body temperature–though that is usually also the case–and not in physical appearance–though I would like for that to be the case–but inside. I feel this cactus-scorch prickling just beneath my skin, pebbling out like goosebumps, and there is no remedy. I hate wearing pants. They make the heat worse, even when it’s cold outside, and always somehow make my legs look chubbier than they actually are. Mostly, though, they restrict me. When I wear pants, I feel something about me being reigned...
Submitted to Contest #303
As Clara lined her lips a final time before going into the office, she noticed a faint diagonal scratch across her car mirror. It was small, miniscule to the average eye, but still Clara frowned at the unsatisfying line that crossed her reflection. She made a mental note to get it fixed after paying for her procedure as she walked into the office. Clara’s job at Parthe & Associates Law was a vastly uninteresting one in which she spent forty hours a week proofreading the legal briefs that were to be sent to companies receiving a lawsuit....
Submitted to Contest #273
It’s the middle of the night when I arrive. The door is a polished blush with peach accents forming swirls around the top, a portal into the world of cotton candy and pink lemonade that is Danielle Manorla’s hotel sleepover. Danielle and her friends have weekly sleepovers in her apartment at Patsy’s, a pink high-rise hotel in West Hollywood that her starlett grandmother owns. It’s normally just the four of them, except for a few elusively popular girls who slide their way in like the movie stars who came and went during the hotel’s pri...
Submitted to Contest #272
To: Andrew HuxleyFrom: Michael CainRe: Package at 641 N. Hursch Street Mr. Andrew Huxley– I hope this letter finds you in good health and prosperity. My name is Michael Cain, a resident at 641 N. Hursch Street. You may remember my girlfriend, Katelyn, and I moving in a few months prior, and our time has been incredible so far. Recently, we received a package with no name or return address that neither of us remember ordering and were wondering if you knew anything about it–is this common at the Hursch Street house? Did you happen to order it...
Christina’s Rules For Hitchhiking: Take ALL POSSIBLE MEASURES to avoid a hitchhiking situation in the first place. Do not offer or accept any money. Conversely, have a good wad of pocket cash handy, just in case. Do not offer or accept any sexual favors. Establish dominance early on by making eye contact with your driver. If necessary, continue holding eye contact in the rearview mirror until the driver looks away. Always sit in the backseat. Arrange a safe, public place to be dropped off. Stay alert. Stay suspicio...
Submitted to Contest #202
“June is too early to start packing for college.” I’d declared this the second week of summer, after the zeal of summertime had worn off and I was ready to start being productive again. And I stood by that mantra the entire summer, until August 12th, when I realized I was down to 13 days before I left for Princeton and had narrowed down a grand total of 0 items that would be making the trip with me. I began by rummaging through my jumbled desk drawer’s lifetime of papers. Spanish final, highlighters, ACT practice workbook, ca...
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