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Submitted to Contest #76
“Thank you all for your patience, staff, seniors, and of course our esteemed guests. Finally, I am proud to present our final speaker for our Career Day. An alumnus of this school, who went on to work as our librarian and, in a wonderful twist of events, became one of the world’s most coveted directors at just 30. Known for her directorial debut, Walls, may I present Jenna Dylan!” “WHOO!” “That was my best literature student!” “Go on, Miss Jenna!” “Stop yelling, Kennedy!” “We’re all yelling! It’s free real esta...
Submitted to Contest #71
Tiana’s dad blustered in, cold air rushing in behind him before Tiana shut the door. He pulled his mask down and flopped, exhausted at the dining table. Setting down some mince pies, Tiana sat opposite him, eyebrow raised. “Done for the week?” He nodded, mouth full as he spoke. “Finally. Now we can get some holiday movies down!” They laughed. It’s been a busy festive season: Tiana’s parents worked at the community centre, setting up care and shelter for the vulnerable. As with Christmas, it became very bus...
Submitted to Contest #63
Achoo! Another sneeze wracks it’s way though my mask. I groan and turn back to the sanitation station, whipping off my mask, wiping my nose then scrubbing my hands ferociously, again, for the third time today. Lawrence pops his head in, his eyebrows creased with concern. “You sure you’re good to work today? You’ve been in here a bit too much. I got you if you’re sick.” I shake my head as I replace my mask. “I’m fine. You’ve seen my tests. It’s not corona, it’s just all the freakin’ pumpkin spice everyone’s been ordering t...
Submitted to Contest #62
DISCLAIMER: I know and understand nothing about poker or cards, so take none of this as true lol The Queen of Hearts is losing. As she loses, she is dying. And even in death, she has her signature glare and red lipstick, never missing a beat no matter the circumstances. The glare is on me now as I scurry round the table to add hot water to the waiting china cup, carefully plopping in two spoons of sugar and, as discreetly as I can, the powdered medication. I don’t stir, she hates for me to do that. I lift the tray cautiously&...
Submitted to Contest #58
Ma leans over the table, ferociously brushing away pieces of rice cake that are stubbornly stuck in my hair as they are wont to do with my wild curls. “Mmhm! Momma!” I whine, dodging her hands as I attempt to finish my cake. But she’s dropped her phone, and she has that look in her eye as she scrutinizes my face, then outfit, finding the flaws only mothers can see. “I didn’t eat anything this morning, and I’m not even going to finish these now! Mom!” She ignores me. “I’m surprised you didn’t eat, since you obviously care more ...
Submitted to Contest #57
Date: July 21st, 2019 Signed: Richard D’Ivoire, of sane and sound mind, under no coercion. I appoint my daughter, Ivory Rose, as executor. He started to loop his signature onto the sheet, but the paper was slightly under him so he had to strain his arm to reach the signing space. The metal cuff on his hand dug into his wrist, causing the wounds there to reopen. Blood began to drip. He hurriedly shifted his hand outwards so it wouldn’t spill onto the ornate paper. It fell down onto the concrete in...
Submitted to Contest #56
“Tina, hurry up,” Becky pouted, stomping her foot as she waited for Tina. “I want to get the good seats in the restaurant, and you know the lift is slow.” “Okay, okay, I’m here.” Tina finally disentangled the edge of her dress from the car door, dusting herself off. She straightened, looping her arm through Beck’s as they set off toward the office building. “You have absolutely no patience. How you got a job as an editor still baffles me, you know.”Becky smiled cheerily, her pink curls tickling Tina’s neck as she shrugged. “I...
Submitted to Contest #53
The popsicles I’m clutching clumsily in my hands begin to drip down my arms, the edges touching, garishly colourful ice melting and mushing onto the sidewalk in front of me. I’ve clearly misjudged my ability to transport them intact from the ice shop, across the boardwalk, down the steps and back to the sand where my friends were, and the intensity of the sun in the ten minutes it would take. It beats down ferociously onto my hair, burning my neck, sweat pooling in my armpits. The curls I’d tried despa...
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