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Submitted to Contest #208
It was the first and last property my Mother bought when I was eight, and my sister Raven was nine. âDeceased Estateâ, read the sign hammered into the front lawn at an angle. âWhat does deceased estate mean?â I asked my mum, tilting my head as I read. She explained to me in seven-year-old language, âbasically, it means we got a bargain for a dream home.â From that moment on, whenever someone asked what I wanted to be when I grow up, I replied, âRealtor.â Today's property should have sold weeks ago. Victorian style with stai...
Submitted to Contest #205
Trevor  Christmas is Mother's day in our house. And by that, I don't mean Mothers day gets skipped, but rather that Christmas is the sun, and we are the planets. She has a laminated checklist stuck to the inside of the pantry, it stays there all year round. Under the subheading, October, is "decorating". It begins with a slathering of outdoor lights to the roof, gutters, walls â anywhere that can hold a hook or a nail. Inside, snowflake pom poms are hung from the ceiling and little reindeer trinket dishes are placed ...
Submitted to Contest #202
The ink reservoir dropped. Straight out of the holes in the ceiling tiles and onto my desk, branding my nose on its way. I wouldnât say I was waiting for the moment, but the seat in which it happened to be dangling above for the past two months, was known to be mine. Iâd spent hours absently staring up at the ceiling in History class, just waiting for something to happen. Brendan Marshals and Scotty Parnell laughed. âShut the fuck up,â I said Mr Andrews spun around from the whiteboard, dragging the marker with him and crossing out ...
Submitted to Contest #187
    Ailurophile      "Ailurophile?" I say, raising an eyebrow.      "Really? You work in a cat shelter and you don't know what an ailurophile is?â Sheâs got a lot of confidence for a lady whose foot fat spills over the sides of her heels, âAn ailurophile is a lover of cats,â she says, swiping her hair behind her ears.       Thatâs probably why I don't know what one is. Iâm not a lover of cats so I have no reason to have ever heard of suc...
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