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Submitted to Contest #37
Marla was still walking every day, despite the “stay at home” order. Exemptions for exercise and shopping and the like were permitted, so she didn’t feel like she was doing anything wrong by walking Malakai and checking in with her neighbours (so long as she yelled up to them on their porch or in their garden from her safe distance on the sidewalk). This morning, she had gotten a text message from her granddaughter and couldn’t wait to share. She’d rushed out, having only finished half her tea and not even put on socks, she was so excited to...
Submitted to Contest #36
Sunday It’s Sunday night, obviously. It’s sometime after 1 am. I checked when I got up to pee for the fifteenth time. That I’m not counting, but it feels like it. And here I am, sitting at the kitchen table, writing in a journal like some tween dreaming about their crush or the math test they should be studying for. Not me, though. No dreams (haha) or wishes here. Just wishes for dreams. I think this is a waste of time. Probably of electricity, too. Laying in the dark and staring at the ceiling at least is free. But the doctor wants me...
Submitted to Contest #34
Thursday, 1:13 amAngela: Call me!Dan: What? It’s the middle of the night.Angela: That was fast. Were you awake?Dan: If you must know, yes, I was awake. What do you need?Angela: I wanted you to call when you woke up.Dan: Ok. But I’m up now. Texting is easier. Doesn’t wake up the kids.Angela: Fine, we’ll do it your way. Like always.Dan: You’re the one texting in the middle of the night, Ang.Angela: It’s Jeremy. He’s been arrested. Dan! Serious. Tell me to fuck off. Just tell me you saw. Ok, you think I’m lying. I get it. It’s insane...
Submitted to Contest #27
Your day has been going poorly from the time you woke up. Or rather, didn’t wake up. You managed to somehow turn off your alarm in the night, and what finally awakened you, almost half an hour late, was your mom pounding on the door that divides your “apartment” (really just an end of a hallway with a bedroom and a bathroom - all other amenities are shared) from the rest of your parents’ suburban home. You chalk up the almost too-late wake-up call to being one of the benefits of having been forced to move home after a sticky divorce in your ...
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