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Submitted to Contest #112
My windshield wipers struggled to keep up with the afternoon cloud burst. I was headed to a house in the Irvington district in NE Portland to pick up my last ride of the day. I had clocked on at six in the morning, and being half past four in the afternoon I was more than ready to grab some take-out and head home. I pulled up to a run down house on the East side of Grant park. Surrounded on both sides by expertly manicured yards and houses boasting fresh paint, the little fixer upper looked neglected and sad. I honked my horn and studied the...
Submitted to Contest #106
The promise of a storm hung hot and heavy over Yavapai county in Northern Arizona. Being mid-August, they were well into monsoon season. Locals knew to take care of their outdoor activities in the morning, and to seek shelter for the couple of hours that rain, lightening and thunder took center stage. Those in the know would finish their hikes by noon, shaking their heads at the shiny tourists bounding out onto trails that within an hour could be buried under flash flood waters, or illuminated with a light show that made the Disney parade lo...
Submitted to Contest #105
Dear Corey, I am a long time listener of your show, but this is my first time writing in. My name is LTC Eugene Buckley, USA, Ret. but everyone calls me “Buck”. I’m 67 years old, retired about 7 years now, with over 40 years of honorable service to my country. I’ve been to war, been blown up, taken lives, saved lives, negotiated with the enemy, but I’m not writing today to talk about all that. I’m writing in to talk about the, hands down, most difficult situation I have ever been faced with in my life: learning to communicate with my far-l...
Submitted to Contest #104
A young woman with short dark hair and a sly smile held out a bright yellow piece of paper as Eileen and May walked past. She stared deep into Eileen’s eyes, then winked and said, “Here, you’re gonna need this.” Eileen barely had time to say, “uh, thanks” before May scattered the moment, like a wisp of smoke, with a fast stream of words. “So I know I said that tonight would be just us and we’d just hangout and catch up, but I sort of agreed that we’d make an appearance at Colin’s place.” Eileen furrowed her brow as May rushed on, “They just ...
Submitted to Contest #96
Estevan leaned back into the seat of his Uber, feeling mostly confident that the driver had understood the Airbnb address he had given. Already a month into his study abroad program in Mendoza, Argentina, he had expected to be much more conversational in Spanish than he currently was. As he watched the unfamiliar streets of Buenos Aires flash by his window he suspected that his driver was in fact fluent in English, but let him stumble along in Spanish anyway as punishment for using his very Latin name. Estevan had only recently started using...
Submitted to Contest #95
Vivian knew that driving over two hours just for an Eharmony date was a little bit crazy. But when you lived in a town of about 2200, it was not just smart, but necessary to expand the hunting grounds. The date itself had been unexpectedly fun, maybe even more so since she knew nothing could really come of it. Andrew was a traveling salesman peddling educational textbooks and curriculum to K through 8 schools. Both of them feeling anonymous in a town where no one knew them gave them the freedom to act more flamboyant than either usually woul...
Submitted to Contest #94
Twenty-one years of practice, thousands of dollars in equipment and lessons, not to mention the $345,000 debt for a university education, had all led up to this day, this moment, this crossroad. Fiona thought back to the very first of many intersections that, when viewed from above, mapped her life’s path. She marveled that a decision she made at 9 years old would shape the rest of her life. Originally she had asked to play the flute. She loved how it twirled and flitted through the upper registers, seeming to mirror her never-ending enthusi...
Submitted to Contest #91
Erica felt herself being lured into the library after noticing a display in the window promoting local authors. The recommended books were at the far end of the library, directly across from the front doors, and feeling it was sacrilegious not to browse the aisles as she walked down them, she let her eyes scan the spines and covers neatly organized on the shelves.Seeing her own face on the back cover of a book caused Erica to freeze. She felt the world tilt as it does when your brain is presented with information that should not be possible....
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