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Submitted to Contest #271
“I think I’m ready to meet someone” Diane was at the cemetery talking with her deceased mother. “You wouldn’t believe how Donny and Dean Jr. are all grown up now.” Diane was talking about her two youngest brothers. They were only seven and twelve when their mom died of breast cancer. “That’s only her shell, that’s not her” Diane recalled the...
Submitted to Contest #216
Three’s a Crowd By: Jessica B. Taylor ~ Joy ~ The tension was thick. The old expression, ‘you could cut it with a knife’ applied. An icy silence filled the space between us while the raucous, loud music and frivolity took up the rest of the space around us. The place was packed…the band was playing one of my favourite rock anthems, and I sat frozen in my chair.  ...
Submitted to Contest #215
The Cookie Monster By: Jessica B Taylor “Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster…for when you gaze long into the abyss. The abyss gazes also into you.” ~ Friedrich W. Nietzsche …Ring… I listened to the third ring as I took in a quick breath, waiting and ready to unleash the tirade I had rehearsed in my mind. “h…hu…Hello.” Jody, my friend of eight years answered the call, and sounded a bit shaken. Why? Was something going on I hadn’...
Submitted to Contest #196
“Excuse me, is this seat taken?” “Uh, no” I shuffled in my seat and looked up to see the most beautiful blue eyes looking down at me as I leaned forward to tuck my purse under my seat a little further so as not to block the row. “Oh, great! Come on Sheila, we can sit here” I watched him beckon a woman that looked to be his wife. “Well, th...
Submitted to Contest #194
Jennie looked over at the scale on her bathroom floor. It was over by the trash bin. She noticed a layer of dust now covering the glass top. She knew it was time to dust it off and face the number. She was already beating herself up for the number she knew would be reflected, she only hoped it wouldn’t be higher. Jennie could usually determine her weight by the way her clothes fit, especially how t-shirts hugged her belly differently, or how her jeans felt tighter on her thighs even though the stretch denim allowed for breathability. Jennie ...
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