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Submitted to Contest #68
Puffing up my chest, I prepared to bellow. “Down, down, down, NOW.” I shouted. All 20 people hit the floor with a series of thuds, scuffles, and muted cries. I looked around and without turning to towards the back where I knew my partner waited, I raised my hand to signal that all was under my control. It was difficult not taking the extra time to savor having reached this part of our plan. As my size 13 foot firmly pushed down onto the back of the guard’s neck—without my permission, my mind wound back to when we had cooked up this grand sch...
Submitted to Contest #61
“Really, Shelley?” I halfheartedly tried to tone down my disbelief. “You’re going to bribe me?” I was wondering at my friend’s sanity. She was seriously waving a hundred-dollar bill at me. We’d known each other for aeons, but this was pushing my boundaries—well, maybe this was more like pushing my fear out into the open. “Does this make me look fat?” I asked Shelley, as I turned again, trying to see my backside. Who was I kidding? Was I planning and not just contemplating going? The more I stared at myself in the mirror, the more convinced...
Submitted to Contest #58
Without looking over my shoulder, I slunk down the suburban back road, working to appear as if I walked this way routinely. I was fighting not to leap to the right and cover the last few feet so I could hug the buildings and remain in the shadows—hopefully to drop the tail I had picked up several blocks back. Good thing I had a contingency plan in place for just such an occasion. I was also—per my usual MO—dressed in all brown/black, soft stretchy material that moved with me aiding me whether I wanted to appear as a sexy professional or stre...
Submitted to Contest #55
“Can you keep a secret?! And not like last time, Sara.” I angrily shook my head at my closest and oldest friend. We met in kindergarten. “This is really, really important and I want to share it with you, but not if you will tell anyone. And that means your boyfriend, too, Sara.” I say, trying not to sound as judgmental as I felt. I was still debating with myself whether I would even tell her, but of course now that I’ve mentioned something she won’t leave it alone. I love Sara, but she can be an overwhelming presence and has a bulldog resist...
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