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Submitted to Contest #101
Every Sunday, Agatha went to the cemetery by her house and cleaned as many gravestones as she could manage in an hour. It had all begun in a fight with her parents. They wanted her to spend her Sundays at church, lest she suffer the consequences in the afterlife, or suffer a bad soul in this one. She complained so much that eventually her mom sighed and said if she could find a good use of her time, she could skip church. Community service or the like, she said. Agatha spent the week wondering what activity would adequately replace her tim...
Submitted to Contest #92
From the moment I was born, people loved to tell me how lucky I was. My memories were flooded with waves of people upon people giving me proud smiles and praising my gift. The words were nearly synonymous with the smells of my parents’ bakery, where I spent most of my childhood before my schooling. I would sit in a corner with my dolls and strangers would cast me badly hidden glances until one of my parents introduced me. I got used to the attention and perfected a smile to give in appreciation. My parents tried to shield me from too much a...
Submitted to Contest #81
When Sam offered for Brooke to stop by his apartment for a bite before work, the last thing she expected was a table set with a home-cooked meal. As she followed him inside, she stopped at the sight. “I figured you meant take-out,” Brooke said, examining the small, round table. He had already set the table with plates of spaghetti and salad, along with glasses of water for them both, all underneath red placemats. It wasn’t much of a set-up, but considering she rarely saw Sam eating anywhere other than standing by the counter in his kitchen,...
Submitted to Contest #79
Dad eyed the cigarette in my hand with disappointment. “You really shouldn’t be doing that,” he said. I blew out a puff of smoke and said nothing right away. We sat in chairs on opposite ends of the front porch, partially because I wasn’t allowed to smoke in the house, and partially because Mom didn’t like Dad in the house. It was a nice day anyway, so I didn’t mind. Worry lingered in his eyes, so I said, “I know the statistics. On smoking, I mean. I’m not stupid.” “I know you’re not.” He crossed his arms. Dad came early this year, thou...
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