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Submitted to Contest #243
The crystal wind chimes swayed on the small wooden porch, shooting rainbows through the screen door. The bursts of color danced in the natural light, jumping with each clink. The summer breeze traveled a great distance to find this home, making a final stop at the lilac bushes lining the yard before coming inside. Johanna basked in the rays steaming through the massive french-windows. She sat motionless— slumped into the uncomfortable wood couch with her legs and arms dangling over the sides. She was in a trance with the dripping glass...
Submitted to Contest #196
Lou won’t crack a smile for shit. We’ve been attached at the hip for twenty-plus years and I’ve seen it maybe ten times. He’s not depressed or anything, that’s just the way he’s always been. I spent some time early on trying to figure him out, but that investigative intrigue fell away quick. Lou didn’t make me guess who he was or what he was about, he showed me. See, with most people you gotta read their expressions to find out who they are and what they like. You need a sense of their emotional state, where y’all are, who else is around, ...
Submitted to Contest #155
The interstate across the street never sleeps. A constant hum penetrates the windows of my home at all hours of the day and night, little vibrations finding my ears everywhere I go. The hum doesn’t care if I’m sleeping, eating, writing, crying, or talking; the hum is relentless. You might think the morning and evening rush hours are the loudest, but the bumper to bumper pack moves slow and careful. I imagine a bigger city would be full of horns and sirens, but this is Iowa. Iowans reserve their horn only for the most pressing of situations, ...
Submitted to Contest #153
DISCLAIMER: Crude/profane language and marijuana use.“Mom is picking you up at 8 or so -- how about no black eyes or bloody noses today, eh?” “Pshh,” my daughter laughed.“I’m talking about the other kids, Linds.”“I promise nothing,” she said in a Russian accent as she slammed the door and ran into the gym. That little goon is too much like me.I usually stay for practice, but my wife says I give her too much confidence. I mean she does get into more scuffles on the court when I’m there, but I take that as a sign of how much she loves me....
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