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Submitted to Contest #52
When the girl was a toddler, her aging mother packed up the groceries and left the store without her. For hours, the girl wandered the aisles looking for her. Mama? The girl asked a lady in the bakery section. The girl recalls that the lady wore a big floppy hat and smelled like coconuts. Her smile was so wide that it cracked the edges of her mouth and aged her rapidly. She never responded to the girl’s question. By the time her mother returned, the store manager had found the wailing toddler, gave her a blueberry muffin from the bakery, and...
Submitted to Contest #51
Narrator: Of course, where else would I start if not the beginning. Detective: You called me here to report a crime. What crime? Narrator: Why detective, I thought you asked for the beginning. Nothing ever begins with a crime. Detective: Fine, start from the beginning. Narrator: It was a dark and stormy night… Detective: This isn’t story time, cut the theatrics. Narrator: For your information, detective, this particular crime can only be understood if the mood and setting is set. It was a dark and stormy night. Somebody was...
Submitted to Contest #47
The sound of a metal water bottle hitting the ground nearly gives you a heart attack. The girl in front of you apologizes to the teacher and the student currently presenting. You suddenly become very aware of the coffee cup on your table. Just to be safe, you down the rest of it and possibly prevent a disastrous mess. You are okay. You will make it through this. You check the clock, 36 more minutes. There are three students ahead of you and if they each spend at least 12 minutes on their presentation, you’ll be free until Monday. You...
Submitted to Contest #46
Lucillien bursts through the wide iron doors and into the throne room. Sitting on his precious seat is her father, the king. She unholsters her ray gun and aims it at his head. “Give me back my kingdom or, so help me, I’ll blast a hole straight through your head.” She yells with the ferocity that could only come from a woman who has been wronged.Nope, that’s stupid. If I were typing this out, I would hit the backspace button with “the ferocity of a boy who can’t come up with a good story.” (I don’t even know if I’m using “ferocity” right) In...
Submitted to Contest #42
Abraham paces in his small home office. He seems nervous, which is different than his usual calm demeanor. Abraham isn’t the type of person to display his emotions but, in his solitude, it is clearly plastered on his face. When the door opens, Abraham nearly attacks the new occupant.“Juliet, what’s going on? Your text, it said...is it true then. Where did it come from?”Juliet tries to reassure him with her smile. It doesn’t work. “I currently have a team working on it. Don’t worry about that now, I have it handled and will continue to m...
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