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Submitted to Contest #99
It was the last day of school. Malia and Lola knew what that meant. It meant the same thing they had done every year: It meant going with their father to Ted’s Ice Cream Shop where Dad would order a strawberry ice cream just like he had done since the older sister had started school. There were other places to get ice cream; other places that were closer than Ted’s, but Dad always wanted to go to Ted’s. The girls never thought much about why drive all that way. Ted’s was in the town Dad grew up in and Dad liked driving, so it made sense that...
Submitted to Contest #96
Isaac meant to take the trash out the previous night. He didn’t mean to get wrapped up in his book, but he did. It was the latest from Anthony Peiras, Isaac’s favorite author. Peiras was famous for two reasons. First, his books found their way to the New York Times Bestseller’s List and second, he had managed to keep his identity a secret. Even in this day of social media, tweeting, Instagram, and cell phone cameras, Peiras had managed to avoid his identity being found out. People didn’t even know if it was his real name. It didn’t seem to m...
Submitted to Contest #91
“I’m not getting this,” Manny said. “Show me where you started,” André said, looking over at Manny and his work. “Excuse me!” came a voice from behind the librarian’s desk. Manny and André looked up to see Mrs. Nance moving towards them. Mrs. Nance was the school’s librarian, and everyone knew about her long before they started at Breed Middle School. Students past and present heard and told stories of her keeping troublesome students in the closet of the library where she visited whenever she felt hungry. Mrs. Nance was a tall woman; a BI...
Submitted to Contest #89
It was August. Brian was enjoying what was left of vacation. Summer Vacation hadn’t been long enough. It never is. He wasn’t looking forward to starting high school. He wasn’t looking forward to a new school and learning new routines. New schedules. Middle school was hard enough but at least he had his friends with him. People were talking about high school as they made their way to the end of the eighth grade. High school was in Brian’s mind throughout summer vacation. No matter what was happening throughout June and July and into August,...
Submitted to Contest #68
The sun was coming up. Lisa and Paul had officially been up all night. Long nights were nothing new to theatre students especially when the shows were being put on. There is always some type of celebration for opening night: Dinner somewhere. Maybe a get-together at someone’s place. Something to celebrate the payoff for the weeks of rehearsing and making sure everything was done right. Everyone is on edge when going down to the wire. Everyone’s tired. Everyone’s punchy. Lisa was certainly both of those. Between her classes, her job, and this...
Submitted to Contest #67
Stan and Nina were sitting at the bar. It was a Friday night. Their favorite place wasn’t as crowded as it usually was at the end of the week, not that they were complaining. It meant they were able to get a seat. They had known each other for three years. They met at work. Nina took another job and Stan was let go as the result of a merger, but the two had remained friends and kept in touch. Friday night seemed like a great time to get a drink and catch up on things. Stan got up to use the men’s room. Nina took this opportunity to check m...
Submitted to Contest #66
Light on. Light off. Walk to the bathroom. Walk to the kitchen for a glass of water. Pick up the phone. Check messages. Put phone down. Close eyes. Tell yourself you’re tired. Open your eyes and realize you’re not. Liz laid in her bed. Her eyes were wide open, but she couldn’t see anything in the dark bedroom. She looked at her phone again. It was 3:42. She closed her eyes. Brian was snoring on his side of the bed. He wasn’t worried. If he was, it wasn’t affecting his sleep. Liz turned to her side. She closed her eyes and took a deep breat...
Submitted to Contest #63
Living in Florida sounds fun and exciting. Unless, of course, if you actually live in Florida. People imagine life in Florida as always being warm. Always being able to wear shorts or swim. Never being cold. People who actually live in the Sunshine State know better. They know about the heat. The humidity. The daily thunderstorms in August. The sweltering heat in July and, unknown to those who live up north, they know about the occasional frost that can occur in the winter. Taijon knew about all these things. After all, he had lived in Flo...
Submitted to Contest #61
It was Saturday. Saturday meant one thing: It meant pulling out the box of Civil War memorabilia Jack had been collecting and going over everything. It meant using his father’s laptop and researching (again) the things in his collection. Reading. Some notetaking. Putting everything back until next Saturday when he would do it again. First thing’s first. Jack got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. His parents were still asleep. Jack was sure to be quiet and make sure he didn’t disturb them. After he had his breakfast, he unplugged hi...
Submitted to Contest #59
It was Friday morning. Marcus left his apartment for work. He walked to the train station and waited his turn at the kiosk. The line moved slowly. He scanned his card and the gate opened. He waited with the others for the train. He looked to his right. He looked to his left. He saw all of the people waiting with him. Some were looking at their phones. Some were reading on e-readers. There were even some people looking at magazines. A few people were having conversations on a Bluetooth. People still looked like they were talking to themselves...
Submitted to Contest #57
(Loosely based on a baseball game on November 8, 1905 between the Portland Beavers and the Oakland Oaks.) Steve walked into the meeting room. He had a notepad and loose papers under his arm. He had 100 thoughts on his mind. It was the time of year he always dreaded. One season was over. It would be a couple of weeks before the next season started up. Sports editors hated this time of year. There was nothing to report on. The local youth leagues had wrapped up their tournaments. Fall sports hadn’t started yet. No games. Nothing noteworthy....
Submitted to Contest #56
Michael Wall finished his coffee. He was ready for his first day of work. The newest Literature Professor at State University checked himself in the mirror before heading out of the house to his new job. The past year had been a fortunate one for him. His latest book, his second, had become a bestseller. Like other bestsellers before his, this one also boosted sales of his previous book. Readers and critics alike felt his sophomore effort was head-and-shoulders above his first but that didn’t stop people from wanting to see what else ...
Submitted to Contest #54
Nothing had been working for me. I waited tables. I freelanced for some newspapers. I interviewed for some “Marketing” jobs that were nothing more than door-to-door sales jobs. I hated those. I had to walk around neighborhoods with these other guys. Phony. Always smiling. Starting conversations with bad jokes. Give me a break. I noticed we were getting dangerously close to my neighborhood. I really didn’t want to be seen in this situation by people I know. I thanked them for the opportunity after an hour and split. I signed up for a vocatio...
Submitted to Contest #53
It was a hot day. Adam was reminded of that as he looked over his shoulder and saw a small group of children sitting in the bleachers with popsicles. The popsicles were melting and children were trying to eat them before they completely melted. Adam’s attention went back to the game. He wasn’t playing that day. His manager had given him the day off. Adam was going through one of those “slumps” that plague every baseball player no matter how old they were or what level of baseball they were playing. His manager spoke to him after the last ga...
Submitted to Contest #51
Derek didn’t even know why he was going. Yes, he did. He was going because he had let his friend, Tony talk him into it. “Come on,” Tony said over the phone one night. “You like going to the football games, anyway. You always take your nephew.” Tony was right. Derek was at the football games with his nephew. He liked football and he liked hanging out with his nephew. Football was a good way for them to bond and the ticket prices were reasonable. You couldn’t say that about the professional football games, if you even had a chance to get a ...
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