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Submitted to Contest #100
Grace hummed a tune as she prepared the plates. The perfect steak, mushrooms, glazed carrots, mashed potatoes, and red wine. All of James’s favorites. He was sure to love it. After all, he was the one who had taught her to cook properly. Before him, she was living on fast food burgers and microwaved meals. Life was so much more beautiful since they met. Even after everything that had happened since. She smiled at James as she set the plate down in front of him. As she sat down across the table with her own dinner, her exp...
Submitted to Contest #26
The last of the winter snow had finally melted. For most, that was a good thing. It meant an end to the cold days. No more children trapped inside the house to drive their parents crazy. No more worrying about a small chill causing a terrible illness, or the deeply rooted fear that the food might run out before spring. The end of winter was a joyous time for everyone.Everyone but me. Tessa frowned as she sipped her tea and stared out at the sunrise. She hated spring. Winter was good to her. It meant she could show off her skills by keeping t...
Submitted to Contest #25
Rose walked through the aisles of the bookstore, her eyes wandering the shelves. Twenty minutes until she had to go back to work. At least she could go back with a book to keep her occupied.The mall was practically deserted. The only crowd was for a "modeling school" holding tryouts for kids. Unfortunately, the kiosk where Rose worked selling cell phone accessories was far from the stage. It meant she didn't have to deal with the crazy mothers and their bratty kids, but it also meant no entertainment. Fortunately, the bookstore was only a fi...
Submitted to Contest #24
Her hair is beautiful. Long and black, flowing down her back in a perfect cascade. She stares into the mirror, brushing her hair with an expression of joyful anticipation. Even in the harsh light of the room, her eyes sparkle.I watch her in silence from the air vent near the ceiling. I sweep a claw to my right to bring up my optical display. A few taps on the digital projection record the details of the room: temperature, lighting levels, and other details that she’s chosen for optimal comfort. With another motion, I dismiss the display and ...
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