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“You’re checking your phone again.” “I received a text.” “I assumed that when your phone dinged again. From the look on your face – I think – that text wasn’t just a reminder for your next – I don’t know – doctor appointment? Or your mothership beaming you back up?” “...” “Uh… Zack? My man?” “I’m not your man.” “Can you not be so literal? Who’s the text from?” “Eleanor. She says, ‘I’m her man.’ Though I’m not sure what that means.” “Eleanor? Eleanor who? Are you ignoring me? Who is Elea...
Saphire's tail dragged through jewels, catching on a particularly pointy gold statue. Whomever the human once was, he'd adored using every shred of shiny stone and metal to make tiny replicas of himself with jeweled eyes and adornments. When she'd been a younger dragon, oh, how those sparkles lit Saphire's fire. Now, her tail caught on a sharp point, or the damned things fell off a pedestal and struck her tail, and pain would shoot right to her hip. She whipped her tail, knocking the statue clear across the room and straight into the ...
T/W: This story deals with grief after loss of a parent. Bella Even the bare minimum of makeup felt heavy on her face. Bella stared at her reflection. All of the clothes in her wardrobe still fit, even after a few years away in Frontier Doctors. But wearing them? She barely recognized herself. Makeup made it worse. Three years of no highlights meant her hair was still blond but didn't have the luster and dimension she used to have, but she was still Bella Astor. The same broken woman who left… No… She was more broken now. A so...
Submitted to Contest #169
“Moooooom!” Jack’s screamed as his feet stomped down the hallway past my door. I turned over and took a look at the clock. 10:15pm I’ve barely been asleep for a half hour. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I heard mom complaining to my little brother, “We already checked. There’s no monster under your bed.” “But I felt the blankets! It’s tugging on my blanket. It stole my dino plush too!” “Honey, go back to bed,” mom said, and that was the end of that. Jack shuffled down...
Submitted to Contest #168
"No, no, no, no, NO!" I ran onto the platform, utterly out of breath. So far that morning – no, only since arriving at the 'L' station – my skirt caught in the turnstile, my bag ripped, my quarterly reports flew into the slush and snow, and my tights were stained. I clutched my laptop for dear life, but even that felt tenuous at best. I watched as the train, the last rush hour train to the marketing firm I worked for, sped off. Not only was I late, but I was also screwed. I'd rescheduled this presentation so many times wit...
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