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Submitted to Contest #255
“Wake up and smell the coffee, Joanna!” That’s what dad told me this morning before I slammed the door to go to work. I just popped in to say hi and, as usual, he started patronizing me about my life choices. It wasn’t the first time; he had been telling me to face reality for years now. There was nothing wrong with my work, I loved it, the money was good, my colleagues were my best friends, I even met my current boyfriend there. I was lucky: I loved my work so much that it didn’t even feel like working sometimes. I was the chief editor of a...
Submitted to Contest #158
Lucas loved his life. He hadn’t been around for a very long time but he simply adored the way life was treating him. He felt the luckiest creature. For as long as he could remember, he had been loved and pampered. He didn’t have to ask for anything: life was giving him everything he wanted even before he could express a wish. He felt content and quiet. The sound of peaceful waves soothed him whenever he felt little discomfort and the placid waters were warm and gentle whenever they caressed his delicate skin. Even darkness rocked him and was...
Submitted to Contest #154
Aaron was in the attic, his granny’s attic. I don’t know what it is with attics and children but they are constantly seduced by its dust, its chaos, its smell of old memories. Because that is what grannies’ attics are: living memories of past lives that still talk to us from beneath layers of dust. Indeed, children are able to infuse dust with new life, through the touch of their hand, driven by their wild imagination. Toys were so different back then, games were different: simple and slow, in the open air regardless of the weather. The roc...
Submitted to Contest #153
Chris was staring at the sea; it was a calm evening. A gentle breeze was caressing his sunburnt face. He knew that breeze as he knew his mother. It would always blow in the evening, at times gently at times with the violence and cruelty of a witch. He knew how to handle it though: he knew that sailing was not an option when that old witch was mad. And how often was she mad! He remembered that one evening when he was still young and not fully conscious of the perils of the sea. He would leave the dock, just for the sake of it. He didn’t reall...
Submitted to Contest #151
Why have I not bought the book again? How I am I supposed to pass this exam if I don’t even have the book? My dad is going to kill me if I don’t pass it. Statistics 101. I used to be really good at maths in high school. I got lost somewhere this semester. I probably get lost every Friday at the Lazy Lizard and every Saturday at the Boston Beanery, and every Wednesday, and Tuesday, and…whatever… No, now I remember, I forgot to buy the book because of that girl, what’s her name? Maggy? Maggy Jane? Man, she drove me mad for months… And now I am...
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