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Submitted to Contest #311
Rick Jensen groaned inwardly as the alarm went off at six. He didn’t even wake up this early for school. Weekends were sacred to most high school students. Saturday mornings usually meant sleeping until noon or heading off to the beach until sundown. But this one was different. The first of the day’s sunshine stabbed like an ice bath as it lit upon his laptop and pile of textbooks. All his dark brown eyes wanted to do was remain shut. He had to make a considerable dent in his homework before his afternoon shift at the restaurant. His essay w...
Submitted to Contest #310
Chaos had never been so organized. The legacy patient charts were not filed alphabetically, but rather in numerical order. They conflicted with electronic files that had acquired their numerical IDs when the new system had been implemented years ago. Two histories could unintentionally be merged into one patient unless someone double-checked. The long-standing and much-procrastinated task had not yet been resolved. The legacy files couldn’t yet be deleted, but they did need to be allocated a new home in the Electronic Medical Record. As if d...
Submitted to Contest #294
Page may as well be the silver screen. Cursor keeps time—time, and more time wasted. “How DARE Word try to sully me?” Cursor rants. Fingers hover over a keyboard, and eyes stare fixedly at Page. Cursor hates it. A moody table lamp commands light to wrap around an already bright screen, waiting to be perforated with letters like a distress signal meant for Page alone. Page is alternately immersed in the nighttime of dark mode. She doesn't mind undergoing the experimentation but longs to be plunged into one depth or another to pull out pearls ...
Submitted to Contest #293
This portrayal mentions themes of substance abuse, physical harm, and mental health issues.He drives a cab in New York City, crawling the streets of Gotham. Eddie is his name, and he got saved a couple of years ago. He was in bad shape back then, but God did the miraculous. Eddie had to do the rest if he was going to make it, and he can't take much of the credit. God was behind every step, and Eddie took them all, albeit blindly. Faith meant walking on water if he didn't want to die. This job helps a lot. Actually, it lets God help Eddie hel...
Submitted to Contest #292
While this is a fictional short story, it deals with combat and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder in soldiers returning from war.Dale awoke to a storm that disturbed him. The snow was blowing so hard and high around the buildings outside his window that it obscured them in the darkness and transformed them into ghostly shadows. Only the streetlights revealed their outlines. Dale stared at the eerie, deserted scene and felt scared. Scared and alone. He couldn’t understand why clean, crisp, new snow blowing wildly in early February was wreaking h...
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