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Submitted to Contest #234
[This story deals with abortion] Willow bounced one leg and tapped her pen on her desk repeatedly. She was trying to focus on work, but it just wasn't possible. What should she do? She was running out of time, and she couldn't just rush this decision. This was life changing, she told herself, it deserved all her consideration. Less than 2 days ago, she had gone to a doctor's appointment, an annual checkup, and come home in shock. She was pregnant. She knew when it happened - her limited sex life left no doubts about that or about who the… ...
"Good morning, Penelope. Such a good kitty," Ann baby-talked her aging tabby cat. Ann was up too early as always and glad for the furry company. Her phone hadn't gone off yet - she'd even beaten the alarm this morning. A moment later the screen lit up and the alarm rang out. "Breakfast" the screen read. But it wasn't for her breakfast. Five in the morning was not her idea of a good time to eat. She needed to take that alarm and a dozen others off her phone - she wasn't ready for that. Already the reality of her husband Alan's death was man...
Submitted to Contest #219
The woman opened her eyes. She lay across the metal floor, cool against her skin through the thin linen tunic and pants, vaguely soothing against her bruises. Laying on her side where they'd left her after the last interrogation, she couldn't stop staring at her hand: plump, blue flesh that reflected an ever slightly glowing aura against the silvery floor. She turned her fingers over, looking for any sign of the former brown pigment. Earlier today they had stood her in this same cell, put a hand on her chest and shoved the brown color of her...
Submitted to Contest #179
"Ten minutes 'til the ball drops, find someone now, folks!" A bartender yelled out. Through the festive music, a number of people cheered over the buzz of conversation. "Last chance to order something spicy, love," the same bartender told Annie. Annie had been sitting on her stool for a solid hour and a half, sipping virgin versions of this and that. Honestly, this was the first time she missed alcohol in months and even now the feeling was fleeting. "Make me something with orange juice…", Annie offered. "No alcohol?", Gayla asked. Gayla...
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