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Submitted to Contest #51
“The doctor will be in shortly, Ms. Jensen.”Marie Jensen sat alone on a sticky examination bed. She watched the nurse exit with a mixture of disinterest and bald intent, if such a combination was possible. Once, the nurse’s faded pink hair might have made Marie scoff, but now she couldn’t bring herself to care one way or another. The only thing for which her thoughts and feelings had any regard at the moment was the sickening scent of disinfectant. Unfortunate.She waited two, five, ten minutes before she remembered that when it came to docto...
Submitted to Contest #44
The boy is weak.It is not long before they take him. His mother cries, but even she has been expecting this day to come.They drag him to the Passage. That is what they call it, for it looks to the outside world like nothing but a dark corridor, extending for an unknown length into the black.The boy begins to weep as they pull him closer and closer. “Mama, I don’t want to go.”“It’s okay, my sweet boy,” she says. “Just think of it as a new adventure, a game. Every day, you play hide and seek and then when night falls, you run home, okay? ...
Submitted to Contest #40
Interviewee: Talia KleinInterviewer: Shelby MooreDate: September 23, 2020Int: I want you to tell the story, beginning to end, to the best of your ability.T: There isn’t much to tell. The story really isn’t as exciting as people seem to think. I still don’t understand exactly what happened.Int: I just want you to be honest, Talia. Tell me what you remember. Can you do that?T: I think so.I hadn’t planned for an adventure that day. I just thought we were going to climb the old oak tree in the backyard, like we so often did on those soft, golden...
Winner of Contest #38 🏆
“Yeah, Mom. Just let me know if there’s anything I can do to help you out." “There isn’t much, hon. Not anymore.” “Does he still ask for me?” A pause. “No.” I swallowed thickly. “Well, tell him I love him.” “Okay, hon, I will. How is the writing going? Have you found any clients yet?” I closed my eyes. “I’ve gotta go, Mom.” I put the phone down, running a hand through my sticky, unwashed hair. These calls were becoming more frequent with every passing day. And there was nothing I could do. I wished she would just stop calling. Picking ...
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