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Submitted to Contest #306
To: Mr. ClucksCC: Mr. Moo; Ms. Honk; Mr. Gruff;Subject: A Friendly Little Reminder Good morning, Mr. Clucks :) I hope this message finds you and your day doing very well. I just wanted to reach out to let you know, you sing such a beautiful song—I really admire it. It’s strong, rich in tone—melodic, even. It’s just… Might it be possible for you to not sing every morning? Maybe just a few mornings a week? See, me and a few others are still waking up, trying to get the day going, and the sudden…sound…just proves to be a little jarring sometime...
CW: Contains sensitive language related to violence, including towards children. Hi-high, my treasured cohort,We are here today to celebrate the 2025 graduating class of Purgatorial University, a.k.a. the beloved “In-Between,” as we finally get to descend to the great, righteous place they call…Heaven.It's been a long, long, long time coming.We've gone through many ups and downs in this place—mostly downs, but nonetheless.We’re here.After many tests, many trials, and many tribulations in this God…-blessed…place.I'm so happy to finally be her...
Submitted to Contest #305
The familiar comforting warmth surrounds, as the relentless beams of my own personal sun taunt me to come closer—as it always does. As I always love. I gently close my eyes, blissfully lingering in its warm brightness from a safe distance, feeling its rays pierce through me just enough, enriching me with unmatchable energy, as its magnetic force keeps trying to lure me nearer. A calm grin gradually lifts my lips towards the night’s sky. For several straight minutes, I bask in this warmth, now appreciating it even more fully with only the fee...
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...
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