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Submitted to Contest #19
Bret Blackmon grabbed the remote and sat down in his favorite chair, an overstuffed Laz-E-Boy Recliner. The Chair. The material was worn at all the touch points, just short of threadbare and, truth be told, the thing stank a little. But he still loved it and refused to give it up. His friends and family suspected he kept it because it smelled bad – no one ever wanted to sit in it when they came to call!He plopped into the Chair, a cold Pepsi and bag of Taco Bell treats on the side table. This was his idea of a great supper and he h...
Submitted to Contest #18
Danny Furlough wandered around the courtyard of the outlet mall, watching shoppers come and go, arms laden with presents. Hundreds of people, nearly everyone smiling and laughing, chatting with friends and family. Danny loved the holidays, loved seeing the upbeat mood of the people, the bright lights, the decorations. He loved seeing the easy marks, fat wallets and purses, unattended packages and bags. Just waiting for him. An easy score. Danny Furlough was thief in general, a pickpocket by trade. He was a chameleon with unrem...
Submitted to Contest #16
Accidents happen. Sometimes the outcome is a surprise, opening a new door. Sometimes the outcome sucks. Usually things fall in the middle. What is it you need for your life to become more idyllic? Money? Fame? Solitude? It’s always something. At least for must folks. And it’s usually money. No one ever seems to have enough, even though no one can define the right amount. Teller Martin and his wife Jen had been a couple for 18 years. They had three great kids in middle school or high school, all doing well. Life was grand. If you didn’t ...
Submitted to Contest #10
Writing CONTEST #159: PeanutsWrite a story about someone who is unexpectedly wise.CD Novak 10/04/19juh NAY“It’s always darkest before the dawn.” Well, is that so? The question is - how long before the dawn? Under what conditions? If three a.m. means before dawn, then this is probably right. If we’re talking about 6:30 then no. Janée had been gone for three years now. Not so old, not so young at 68 years. But she was in good health and her heart event caught us all off guard. After four days on life support I had had enough. She had...
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