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Submitted to Contest #187
The sound of bacon hitting the frying pan woke me out of my deep sleep, within moments the greasy goodness wafted through the air and into my nostrils. Sniffing the air, I followed the scent to the kitchen where she was cooking. I walked a bit slower these days even though I was only five years old. “ Lisa had rescued me from a shelter where my last owner had dropped me off. Something about a bunch of new kittens coming along and she couldn’t care for me anymore. I didn’t understand why I had to be the one to go; the crying, noisy kittens th...
Submitted to Contest #184
He always used the app to communicate with the outside world. It was easy for him to chat with women on there, and they always messaged him first. It was because his pictures had been selected with care, to ensure it provided the best angles and features women found most attractive. On his profile, he had a good job listed, he was involved in research science in the computer industry and he checked most of the boxes women on the app seemed to be looking for. The easiest approach was just to ask them questions about themselves. He had found, ...
Submitted to Contest #183
Subzero temperatures had transformed the torrential rainfall into tiny beads of ice. The sound reminded her of rice being poured onto a hardwood floor. She shuttered as she remembered a man she dated briefly years ago that was into some pretty sexually deviant stuff, least of all masturbating while watching her kneel naked on kernels of rice. The lengths she used to go. Next to her non-alcoholic beer her cell phone buzzed and lit up with yet another text message from the airline apologizing for the delay. Her flight would start...
⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #181
“Take your meds, Pa” Felix said as he cleared the dinner dishes from the table. He pointed to the small medicine cup filled with pills of different shapes and sizes in front of the old man. Reluctantly and with shaky hands he brought the medicine cup to his mouth. “I put your pain pills in there too. You’re going to need them.” Pa froze and shot him a look of annoyance, “You know these make me sick” “I know,” he responded. “Take some of your Zofran too. It will help with the nausea” He opened a bottle and hande...
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