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Submitted to Contest #71
“Nope, not this one.” Chocolate chips and crumbs cascaded onto the floral tea-plate as I bit into the still-warm cookie and quickly discarded it.Ma sighed.“What's wrong with it this time?”“It's too sweet. Too many chocolate chips or something. Try it again with less chocolate or less sugar.”“I've made six batches, don't you think this is enough?”“Please Ma, I just want to taste them again. The way Nanna used to make them.” I gave her my best pleading look, imitating sobbing eyes and sticking my lower lip out.Ma sighed again.“This is the last...
Submitted to Contest #69
John almost retched as the sharp taste of tobacco smoke brushed the back of his throat. He quickly took another drag and looked at his watch. 11:58. He had approximately five hours to get used to this. The next Oasis track blasted through the speakers. Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you. He pushed away the shameful memories that began to surface.“I love this song!” He confirmed aloud. “I love this band! 'And all the lights that lead us there are blinding...'” Singing along, he remembered countless drunken night...
Submitted to Contest #68
"Can you keep a secret?"“Sure.” Freddy's attention was fixed on the tiny blue tractor ploughing its way through the brown mud mountain, creating a tyre-track trail for the red tractor that trudged behind.“You have to promise you won't tell.”“I won't.” The tractors crashed together in an explosion of stones and soil, the red one took the lead, “Brrrrrrrrrrmmmmm.”“Promise.”“Okay, I promise.” Still he paid little attention to her, his mind fixed on the dramatic race that was unfolding before him, the tractors jumping from stone to stone in a su...
Submitted to Contest #67
My Dear Friends,I do hope that you will receive this transmission. This place I have found myself in is very different to our own world, and I do not know if my message will be able to pass through the dense layer of protection that surrounds the planet. However, I will send this with the best of intentions that it will reach you, and that you will perhaps be able to join me in this wondrous place, for I do believe that it is here we can finally find the peace and understanding that we have all been searching for.I can only attempt to explai...
Submitted to Contest #66
You run your fingers along the soft silk sleeve of Maria's wedding dress. It would be so easy, you think, to put this on, to marry Josh and be happy forever. It would be so easy to become Maria.You have been Maria before. When you were children it was your special game, a fun way to confuse your parents or sometimes to help each other pass school exams. It stopped in your teens. Maria never wanted to be you. Why would she? Maria is everything you aren't. Everybody loves her. She's sociable, charming, funny, pretty. How can there be a pretty...
Submitted to Contest #65
Amanda is a Ghost. She tip-toes behind the Witch, the Devil and the Monster, careful not to make a sound.Ghosts are very quiet until they say 'boo!'Amanda has never said 'boo!'Silent-step-by-silent-step, she creeps behind the Bigger Children.The Witch gazes into the empty cauldron.“At the end of the night we'll be able to build a candy castle!” She cackles.“If they don't give us candy, I'll stab them with my fork!” Says the Devil, thrusting his pink plastic pitchfork high into the sky.Amanda doesn't think they will be getting very much candy...
There are several reasons why the women in my family are considered to be witches. Firstly, they have a tendency to live for an exceptionally long time. Great-Great-Granny-Norma is 112 and still going strong. If I'm honest with you, she seems to be more all there in the head than the Mothers, Erica (35) and Zara (31). She runs up the stairs in her poky little cottage like a twenty year old. I expect she'll outlive me. Maybe she'll just keep on going forever.Secondly, they follow some beliefs and traditions that some may consider a kind of wi...
Submitted to Contest #64
Vera felt the familiar presence. The sense that she was suddenly surrounded by a sort of energy. The knowing that someone else was there with her.“Good evening, Joe.”Conversation not through words but through feelings from the heart. Impressions, colours, images and understandings.There was a taste, and a faint smell of a food that she almost recognised but couldn't quite place. Maybe salty. She knew it, but at the same time she did not know.In her mind's eye she saw him cooking, or perhaps eating, a delicious meal. She smiled, thanking him ...
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