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Submitted to Contest #283
The Cheevers liked nice things. Their house was laid out with meticulous precision. Each item of furniture, timepiece, artwork, and antique collectible was presented with careful intention. Pretense was admired. They were an enviable couple.Charlotte sought things she could own like her benevolent children and her beloved husband. Her grasp was far-reaching, and her angst anchored. Theo was dutiful in appeasing her hunger. She never went without or lacked comfort. He toiled long hours to ensure her happiness. Gratefulness and appreciati...
Submitted to Contest #282
(Story contains sensitive themes)The ChoiceGabe closed his eyes, imploring the universe to forgive him. “Oh my God, I am so sorry,” the words trembled from his lips.He suspected his wife had discovered his secret. It was the look she steadied him with before leaving for work. He heard the side door slam, her way of saying goodbye. Sarah had always been reticent, one to reserve her truest feelings, and he sensed that she was privy to his act of betrayal. He let himself reminisce about the first time he saw Sarah juxtaposed against t...
Shortlisted for Contest #252 ⭐️
Trigger warning: contains themes of alcoholism/addiction.It’s following me again. I walk from the kitchen to the living room and hide. Jaded doesn’t even begin to describe it. I hate the world and the idea of the world. I loathe people and places and work and free time. I can’t stand Netflix bingeing or walking in the park. I don’t enjoy eating, not even Mexican food, which used to be the end of all things. As Rob Thomas would say, “My reason for reason.” No, I have one obsession. It’s with me when I wake up and carries my carcass through th...
Submitted to Contest #251
Judi didn’t see herself the way the others saw her. The lens from which she looked solely captured the broad brushstrokes. The paint was matted and clumpy on the canvas. Her rare friends, and even her myriad acquaintances, perceived the fine details, the labored nuances. There was an understanding that she was worldly, educated, a beauty who had livened up dance halls, the decks of cruise ships, dive bars, and many quiet libraries. In these waning years, filled with less human interaction, she would be found tucked in a corner, hidden by row...
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