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Submitted to Contest #311
Lindy’s Sweet Shoppe was the mom and pop store that had been on Main Street since 1971. One of the magical things about it was that in 2025, it looked almost exactly as it had in the seventies. Pink and white stripes adorned the store in the form of balloons, streamers and wallpaper. One wall had loose candy that could be filled in bags and weighed. Another had rows and rows of chocolate bars. The counter had gum, hard candies and even a few penny candies (although they now cost thirty-five cents). The centerpiece was a table with all the mo...
Submitted to Contest #310
Content warning: graphic violence, gore, abuse, and mention of non-consensual medical experiments.June 17, 2020 For three long weeks, I’d been waiting for this day - the new writing club I’d been anticipating was finally meeting. My first. Having a true passion for writing, this group sounded so intriguing. For one thing, we couldn’t simply join - we had to be accepted; so not just anyone could belong to this exclusive club. I shivered with delight just thinking about my luck - I still couldn’t quite believe I’d been chosen. Our group was t...
Submitted to Contest #309
June 1977Twenty-one year old Amy Morgan walked down the produce aisle of the grocery store, the lights reflecting off her long, dark hair. As she was turning over an orange in her hand, a dark-haired man of about twenty-five approached her. “I’m sorry to bother you, Miss” the man began nervously, “but, well…do I know you?” Amy was used to men and their pick up lines, but this one truly exasperated her. She rolled her eyes. “I don’t think so.” She went back to her oranges. But this guy was persistent. “I know what this must sound like. I’m D...
Submitted to Contest #308
** This story contains emotional abuse ** Harvey Brown looked around the stifling attic, sweat forming on his brow. The small dirty window afforded him a view of the yard - his one reminder of the outside world. Old memories were what kept him going after eleven years in captivity, the last seven months of them in this very loft. In his imagination, Harvey was young again and he was transported back to 1957. He could see himself with his then black hair all slicked back, donning his nicest summer sweater and navy slacks. Nervously breathing...
Submitted to Contest #307
Being twenty-four with braces isn’t exactly an ideal situation. None of my friends, acquaintances or peers had them; either they went through the process in middle school or were lucky enough to never need oral corrections at all. Certainly, my favorite social media influencers - or any influencers, for that matter - didn’t sport braces: all they ever wore was makeup and a good filter. Perfect people in a perfect world. My parents didn’t have the money to get me the orthodontic help I needed at the “right” age. But as it happened, I came int...
Submitted to Contest #306
**Trigger Warning: this story contains some predatory behaviors** (Text Message Communication) Monday, June 30DAVID 12:03 P.M.Dear Amy, I need to talk to you. AMY 12:12 P.M.Hi David. What’s up? Has there been a change in the class schedule? DAVID 12:12 P.M.Not exactly AMY 12:15 P.M.So… DAVID 12:17 P.M.We should probably talk in person. In fact, maybe we could do an in-person class. AMY 12:22 P.M.Thanks, but I can’t afford it. DAVID 12:22 P.M.No charge AMY 12:26 P.M.Maybe… DAVID 12:27 P.M.No, really. We can go over scenes three and four from ...
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