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Submitted to Contest #312
I find myself sitting in the living room recliner. The leg rest is down. I’m upright, staring straight ahead at a picture of a man and woman with two kids huddled together, wrestling and laughing. I’m waiting for some sort of recognition, some sort of reaction to this picture. Is it important to me? I feel it should be. There are images in my mind of these people, lots of memories of them, yet they stir no emotions. Surely, they are important to me. Surely, they play a large role in my life. I can’t shake the feeling.I’m not sure how I got h...
Submitted to Contest #311
Time. Its passing can go unnoticed. Tomorrow comes and goes. Weeks pass by, turning into months, months into years, then the years charge by like wild horses, free and untamed. Before you know it, time has taken pieces of you, changing you. You’re a little bit slower, but wiser and more empathetic. You become retrospect in those days gone by; the mistakes you made, the people you hurt. It weighs heavily on the soul to make amends. At least that is how it is for me.The one place where time slows down, almost to the point of stopping, is the A...
Submitted to Contest #310
Patrick Cooper stares at the blank page on his monitor. Nothing is coming to him to write. He holds his cursor over the Word icon at the bottom of the screen and a row of unfinished stories pop up. He clicks on one and reads over it, hoping that the creative engine in his brain might fire, but it doesn’t, so he moves to the next, and the next, and the next. With a sigh of defeat, Patrick goes through and deletes them all. He leans back in his chair and takes a swig of his cold coffee, which makes him scrunch his nose. He thinks back to his f...
Submitted to Contest #281
My six-year-old daughter, Mandy, and I were doing some last-minute Christmas shopping on Christmas Eve. She had been well behaved all day as we gal-palled around the mall. I just had one last stop to make before leaving. I wanted to check a department store for a shirt for my mom.I only looked away long enough to compare two articles of clothing. That’s all the time it took for her to disappear. I knew better. I knew how she was, just as all kids are. The ornate tree, the twinkling lights, a toy train delivering presents around the bottom of...
Submitted to Contest #280
“Jamie! Call on line one!”“Hello?”“Can I talk to Jamie Trembly, please?”“This is he.”“Hi, this is Norman Wainwright. I’m the pharmacist at Chesterfield Pharmacy & Retail. How are you doing today?”“I’m fine. Is there a reason you’re calling me?”“Yes, we think there might have been a mix up.”“A mix-up. What kind of mix-up?”“You were recently diagnosed with gout, where you not?”“I was.”“Are you taking colchicine?”“Hold on, let me check… Yeah, colchicine, why?”“I was afraid of that. We got your prescription mixed-up with Jamie Bramley’s, ano...
Submitted to Contest #279
TW: Gore/Suicide.“It has been eighteen months since my last traveling companion was speared through the chest by a white tail deer. I told him to wait before tracking an injured animal when hunting with a bow. He didn’t listen and the deer charged him, pinning him right up against a tree. I followed the boy’s scream through the woods. I knew he had to be injured, but I wasn’t expecting him to be gored by a deer. He was lying against the tree, coughing up pink, frothy blood with terror and shock in his eyes, blood pouring profusely from his w...
Submitted to Contest #278
Evil comes in many forms. It’s clever, deceptive. It disguises itself. When I was a priest, every time I stood at the pulpit to deliver a message, I would look out at the congregation and wonder who the wolves in sheep’s clothing were. It could have been anyone. It could have been the little old lady with the passive-aggressive temperament, the rich man who believed he had been blessed more than the others, the young lady who had wrapped her social identity around her faith, or the poor man who needed financial help to support his family. No...
Submitted to Contest #277
Kurt looks down on his newborn great-great-grandson. He’s swaddled tightly in a blue blanket. On his head is a little beanie with blue, yellow, and green rocking horses. A Beatrix Potter mobile spins above him. Peter Cottontail and Benjiman Bunny had danced him to sleep with a sweet lullaby. The boy’s face looks peaceful, free of the daily stressors that the adult mind must sort through while slumbering. The baby is still, relaxed, cozy – the perfect sleep. It has been a long time since Kurt has had a sleep even half as good. His bladder isn...
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