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Submitted to Contest #290
“Hey, psst,” whispered the strange man in the brown wool jacket. “Psst… Psssst!! Do you want a little love?”Robert’s head turned to both of its sides and behind, trying to figure out if that man was talking to him.The strange man in the wool coat ensured he maintained his locked eyes on Robert’s, to confirm that yes, he was the one he was talking to.“What?” said Robert, his eyes squinted and still swiftly flashing around him, to make sure he wasn’t somehow being set up.“Come here, come here,” motioned the unfamiliar man.“No! What’s up? What ...
Nala casually walked over to the silver-fenced wall. Her brown, almond-shaped eyes looked up at Kacie and Lisa and then turned around and walked back to where she’d just come from. “And what about her?” Kacie asked Lisa, who was her assigned counselor. “Well, her name is Nala,” Lisa answered as she thumbed through her clipboard. “She’s a year and a half and actually is one who’s been with us the longest—over 100 days—” Kacie’s eyes widened. “But she’s a really sweet girl,” Lisa said. “Seems to mostly keep to herself but hasn’t had issues wit...
Welcome to one of the strangest stories you'll ever know. It is the strange love story of how two very unlikely parties, against all odds -- perhaps the greatest odds -- began before they became one.Although it generally ends in the way you probably imagine, I can assure you it doesn't begin in the realm of any reasonable imagination -- yours or otherwise. I still question its reality even within mine.So, without further ado…It all began on one stuffy summer day.I cruised the streets of a random, quaint suburban neighborhood, carefully perus...
Submitted to Contest #289
“So, are you excited about tonight?” Robert asked his daughter Janelle.“Yes!! I can’t wait!” the 7-year-old cheesed with her gapped smile. “I’ve been practicing for eight whole weeks!”“I know you have,” Robert smiled with great pride and joy. “Can you believe it? Your first big recital. That’s a pretty big deal, you know…”“Oh, I know!! And I’m so ready for it. I can hardly sit still!!”“Well, you’ll have to sit for just a little while longer, through dinner, and then we’re off! You have your outfit, right?”Janelle lifted her right hand from u...
Kiana picked up the framed picture from the dresser. “She’s so beautiful,” she said. “I know,” Jamari smiled, walking up beside her, his hands gently squeezing her shoulders. “You look just like her—especially around the eyes,” she said. Jamari’s beam brightened further. “I know,” he said. “I wish I could’ve met her.” “I really wish you could’ve, too. You would’ve loved her. More importantly, she would’ve loved you. Just like I do.” He kissed her forehead, making his new fiancée gush. “Yes, she would have,” inserted Jamari’s father, J...
Submitted to Contest #288
The little girl ran around as the water fell from the sky above, her giggling almost uncontrollably. Her dog Skip playfully chased her as they both splashed in a muddy puddle on her family’s front lawn. “Oh, Trish!” her mom yelled, exasperated at the huge mess she was making on her clothes. She and Tricia’s dad sat dry on the covered porch, smiling as they watched on from their respective rocking chairs. “Trish… Trish!!” “Oh, yeah?” Tricia’s eyes returned her to the present, where Jessica was staring at her, waiting for her response. “I s...
Submitted to Contest #287
Michael pulls out a chair for Cynthia and then joins her at the table. “Can I get either of you something to drink besides water?” The waiter asks. Michael looks to Cynthia. “A glass of whatever merlot you have is fine,” she answers. “Make it the best, John,” Michael jumps in. “Whatever you have that’s the most expensive.” Cynthia smiles, knowing not to object, as he’ll only insist. “Thank you, Michael.” “Of course. You know you’ll always only have the best when I’m around.” He turns back to the waiter. “And your best single malt scotch, nea...
No.Pete stood there, his face dropped and his entire body unable to move.No way.You didn’t leave. I know you didn’t just leave.There’s no way you’ve just…left me like that.This isn’t happening. This cannot be happening.No.No!!!No. You’ll be back. Of course you’ll be back!! You have to…….Don’t you?There’s no way you would just…leave like that……....Would you?No, no. You wouldn’t. You couldn’t. What am I saying? Ha ha, of course you wouldn’t… There’s no way you would. No. Way. Not after everything.Yeah, you’ll be back.In fact, you’ll be back ju...
Submitted to Contest #286
It's Mommy’s weekend again. My purple suitcase with yellow and blue flowers is in the corner of my room, waiting for me to fill it. I pick it up, put it on my bed, and start getting everything I want to take to Mommy’s house. The same things I always take. My life. My whole life. Hanging on one of the few hangers in my closet is my bright-blue dress. It goes in first. It’s my only dress here, and the dress I love, in my favorite color. My daddy bought me this dress. I pull out my favorite shirt from my dresser. It’s yellow, with short ...
I’d fallen in love.Not with any man, or any woman. Not with any person. With a thing. A thing flowing inside of a person. One of the key things that keep us alive.I’d fallen in love with blood. With their blood. More specifically, with the sight and smell of their blood.It was intoxicating, like a drug I couldn’t pull myself away from. Greater than the greatest crack cocaine, greater than meth, or a gambling addiction, or alcohol, better than sex, better than anything I’d ever known. That smell.Maybe it was the metallic component of it....
Submitted to Contest #285
The nurse wheeled the senior into the room where his nephew was waiting.He looked at the young one with a slight expression of disgust.“I’m surprised you even remember I exist…”“Uncle P… Don’t start…”The nurse began to lock the chair in place, but Uncle P snarled at her. “I can do that!!”The nurse raised her hands up to signal he was free to have at it and then walked away.“Don’t start what?” Uncle P directed his attention back to his nephew. "I’m just saying, it’s been a while, and it seems like no one ever remembers I exist. I can’t even t...
The phone rang. Melinda glanced at the caller ID as she entered the kitchen. Robert Banks, it read. Hmmm, I don’t know any Robert Banks. Wonder who this is? She thought to herself. Melinda found herself again relishing the new gadget she’d just bought for the house the week before. How did they ever manage before such an invention? Actually being able to know who’s calling before you pick up. Man. What a time to be alive. “Hello?” She greeted as warmly as she could but admittedly felt exasperated. 30 minutes. That’s how much time she had lef...
Submitted to Contest #252
It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, and Meira lay on her bed of her apartment, scrolling on Instagram. She swiped her thumb a few times down the length of the rectangular glass, resting her other fingers on the hard plastic behind it. Once something caught her attention, she rested her thumb on the glass and stayed there for a few moments. She stared at the image, now occupying most of the screen. Big, bright slabs of light from outside penetrated the slits of Meira’s blinds, inviting themselves into her room and scattering across her bed wit...
She pushed him on the swing set, his little laughter filling the air with each push. In these moments, she looked down at him and smiled. These were often Yvette’s most prized moments of the day: spending time with her 4-year-old nephew at the local park. Every workday morning, she would pick him up from her baby sister’s house, take him to the park for around a half hour, and then drop him off at daycare. She really enjoyed this rare time, uninterrupted. In between her nephew’s high-pitched laughs, she found herself looking up and around. I...
Submitted to Contest #251
Teri looked in the bathroom mirror, realizing this would likely be her last time ever doing so. She poured as much of the nearly full bottle of her mother’s Ambien in her hand and then into her mouth and washed it all down with a four-ounce glass of Pinot Grigio.She been plagued by a certain darkness for most of her 35 years. Like a smokey thunder cloud hovering over her life and in her mind most days. It was often hard to see the positive in things. Her glasses weren’t rose-colored—they were more of a dingy, cracked rust. That was what the ...
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