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Submitted to Contest #303
Dear Myra,Ok, so let me start off by saying, I know this is going to sound very strange. Like, very strange… but please. Hear me out.No, this isn’t spam. It isn’t a solicitation e-mail. This is a real person reaching out to you. You don’t know me… Well, but then, you kind of do.Kind of.But not really.Ok.So.I’m you.Umm ok, maybe I should’ve held off on that part until a little further down, but then you might’ve clicked off, in thinking it might be spam or a solicitation!!But yeah, it’s true. I am you.You in another…Universe? Dimension? Multi...
Submitted to Contest #302
JP: Contains sensitive themes, serious illness, familial distress, and spiritual reflection.Beep.Beep.Beep.The thin green line shot up in multiple, steady little diagonals against the black screen beside the bed.Chris’s red-veined eyes, atop thin streams of dried salt, slowly opened and settled on it.A light blanket draped across him—must’ve been an orderly, he figured.He didn’t even know when he’d fallen asleep. Or for how long.Beep.Beep.Beep.Big, bright, rainbow-colored balloons awkwardly hang a few inches from the ceiling—slightly saggy f...
Submitted to Contest #301
That freaking light.If it weren’t for it, I wouldn’t be getting here late this morning. And my third day on the job, no less. Sigh.Will this freaking elevator hurry up?Good. So far, no one from my department. Maybe I can squeeze in unseen.Sigh, finally.And good, only me getting on. Hope it stays that way.Second…Thir--- Wait, it’s stopping on the third floor.Oh, must’ve been someone who changed their mind and took the stairs.Alright, alright—just four more to go. Come on, seventh floor. Come on, seventh floor!Fourth…Fifth……Sixt—wait, why is i...
“Can you order the lobster for me, babe?” Janaia asked as a violinist softly strum behind her. “With the mashed potatoes and asparagus? Oh, and a glass of Pinot?”The rich scents of vanilla and sandalwood combined with cooked meat and vegetables permeated the air.“Yes, of course,” Ryan smiled, the spark in his eye enhanced by the candlelight as he pulled back her chair. “Whatever you want.”“Thank you, babe,” she smiled back, collected her purse, and gave him a parting peck. “I’ll be right back. I love you.”"I love you, too," he replied.Ryan’s...
Submitted to Contest #300
TW: Contains sensitive themes, including sexual harassment and psychological manipulation“Hey, gorgeous.”The red-haired woman briefly glanced at Tim over her wire-rim glasses as she entered the elevator, barely stepped on, and pressed the button for her floor.“Oh.. hey,” she softly replied.Standing behind her, Tim smiled longer than the full 30 seconds it took for the doors to shut.“So!” he said as if they knew each other and had already been in lively conversation. “How is your day coming along? Beautiful out, isn’t it?”“Uh.. yeah,” the wom...
Submitted to Contest #299
CW: Strong language and themes of domestic conflict------“John?! Why the fuck are you just getting home?!”Sigh.[Mute][Right, right, L2]------“Do you hear me, John?! I said, why the fuck are you getting home so late?!?!?”("Hey, Mo--I mean, honey... I'm glad to be home. I'm sometimes late because being here is sometimes stressful, especially when you scream at me...")------“Oh, spare me, Mary. I don’t owe you any explanation—I’m a grown-ass man in this household!!”------“What!? You mean you’re a grown-ass baby!”[Right, L1]("John, you’re my hus...
The man in the yellow baggy suit engulfed in red, blue, and green polka dots sighed as he leaned on the stool, sipping a cup of water from his glass.“Yo’ah elected officia’s…” he exhaled again.The full crowd, most slightly intoxicated, let out a light laughter.“Always a whole lotta talkin’ and not enough doin’.” Zany turned his white-painted face to another direction, adjusting his big, fluffy red bowtie as he did. “What exactly do they do up they’uh all day ev’ry day anyway? Anybody know?!”“No!” a few voices called out.“Yeah, me neitha’. Al...
“Yes, right there.” The woman pointed to the blank space beside the old, full-size bed.“Thank you,” she said.The three men lowered the newer full-size and made minor adjustments before the four left the room.The four walls sat in silence as their voices could be heard drifting away.A few moments later, a deep cough penetrated the silence.“Are you okay?” a young, high-pitch voice asked.“…Yes,” an older, husky voice replied curtly.“What’s wrong with you?” asked the younger voice. “You look tired.”“I am tired,” the older one returned.“Well, how...
Submitted to Contest #298
“So, how have you been?” Miranda asked Jodie after they’d both finished placing their orders. “I’ve been good. The kids are good. Mike is good,” said Jodie. “All is well, can’t too much complain. How about yourself? You look good!” “Well thank you,” Miranda smiled. “So do you! And I’m doing well. Just same ol’-same ol’. Some traveling, some work stuff, dating. You know, the usual.” “Yep, I know. Well, I’m glad you’re doing alright.” The waiter brought them both the water they’d requested, and they took a sip. “So. I’m sure you’re wondering w...
Submitted to Contest #297
“So, kid. Tell us what happened,” Officer Rogers said to the heavy-set boy sitting across from him.Shawn didn’t say a word. Instead, the 12-year-old looked out in the distance—his lips in a straight line, his eyes slanted upward like those of a feline.After a few moments of silence, Officer Holder, who circled the room as Shawn’s gaze briefly followed him, followed up. “Are you going to help us out?” he asked. “We’d like to hear your side of things, but we can only do that if you speak up and say what happened.”Shawn’s eyes darted in a diffe...
S: Are we there yet?A: No.S: What about now?A: No, and I would advise you to stop asking.S: When are we going to get there?A: It’s looking like 12:09.S: How long from now is that?A: Not that long.S: Why do we have to go?A: Well, we aren’t going anywhere. Just you.S: Just me?! By myself?!A: No, you won’t be alone.S: Well, then, who else is coming? Jimmy? Erica? Kyle?A: No.S: Well, then, who? Do I get to choose?A: No.S: Well, who?!? Who’s coming with me?A: No one’s coming with you. But you won’t be alone once you get there.S: Oh. Well, who’s g...
Submitted to Contest #296
Seconds probably seem like minutes to us both as I stand just staring.“…What?” she asks.I still don’t immediately answer. How can I? The answer is grave.Her eyes widen to signal she waits for it still.“Ummm, nothing,” I finally say. “Just gotta head to work soon.”“Yeah, well, it definitely doesn’t look like ‘nothing’.”My eyes try to communicate to her she’s right, but ah, what’s the use. I can’t even tell my own mother what’s really on my mind and has been for…far too long.“How about I make you a nice, warm cup of hot cocoa before you head o...
Slow Polky “Look at him,” said Swift, as he intently stared off into the distance, sprawled across the long, thick limb of a forked tree. “He’s so slow.” “I know,” replied his brother, following Swift’s gaze from the other limb. “It’s dIsgusting, right?” Swift glanced over at his brother and reflected for a moment whether to respond. His amber-colored eyes then returned to the distance. “Ya’ know, I actually think it’s kind of cool…” “‘Cool?!?’” his brother repeated, dismayed and yanking his face away from the sight and back to Swift’s direc...
Alaiah stood for a few minutes, taking a few deep breaths as she peered at herself in her hand mirror, before walking into the tall skyscraper.Once inside, she approached the front desk.“Heyy, Alaiah” waved Billy as he checked her in. “Oh my God, your hair!! It looks so beautiful!”“Thank you,” Alaiah hesitantly smiled.“Can I touch it?” he asked as he stood to his feet and began to come around the desk before she could answer.“N—”“Oh, wow, it’s so soft.”He stood back and waited for her to respond, but she couldn’t find the words.“Well, you go...
Submitted to Contest #295
I wasn’t sure if I should show up here today.We haven’t spoken in years.Family quarrels that all seem pretty trivial now.Somehow, I always thought I would go before her…even though she’s technically older than me.But alas, here we are.I’m not surprised there aren’t many people here. She’s never been the most pleasant or likable person.Her one good friend, Betsey, managed to come. Good for her. Betsey has always been good to my sister, so I’m not surprised. Although, she doesn’t seem quite as sad as I would expect. But I know people handle gr...
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