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Submitted to Contest #186
“Sorry I’ve been blowing you off for so long, this place is great.” Megan said. “No worries,” replied Steph, “we’re finally here.” “I love antiques, but I have no room left at home.” They both chuckled in agreement. “Oh wow,” said Megan, “check this out.” Steph’s eyes followed Megan’s pointed finger. “What, another painting of that blue boy?” Steph asked. “No. But why is that everywhere? No, below it, look.” “Oh, a pretty lamp,” said Steph. “Do you think there’s a genie in there?” “Of course.” Megan said sarcastically. “Oh wow. I...
Submitted to Contest #174
“Hey,” I said, “what happened to that awful creaky sound?” “My dad fixed it with some grease.” Replied Jessica, as she rose higher and higher on the swing. “Now that we’re moving out of the house, he wants it to be perfect.” She said with bitterness. I was lightly swaying like a bug caught in a spiders’ web, heartbroken that my longtime best friend from next door was leaving me. Jessica, Jess as I got to call he...
Submitted to Contest #173
Christmas morning hasn’t been as magical as I remember it from my childhood. At least not until this morning. As I look out the front window, there’s fluffy snow calmly settling on the leafless branches across the street. Even the egg nog I dribbled all over my sweater can’t ruin this moment of bliss. Bing Crosby’s White Christmas is playing in the background, the perfect song for the moment. “Todd,” says my mother from across the room. “Time to open presents.” Even in my 30’s, my parents still spoil me. And now they even spoil my gir...
Submitted to Contest #170
As I sit in the chair in his room, the midmorning sunlight shines in through the window illuminating his rocking horse. Two years’ worth of dust caked the antique toy. The dust that has yet to find its final resting place dances in the beams of light. I rarely come in here. I miss him so much. I left it just as it was before he disappeared two years ago at the age of six. I’m too hurt to cry. Maybe this is just how some men are, or maybe I have no tears left. First my wife leaves us, then my son vanishes in the night. Our son Joshua always p...
Submitted to Contest #106
Edgar is an ordinary man, who lives an ordinary life in rural Minnesota. At least he did until today. “Lizzy!” he yelled to his wife of fourteen years. “Get down here. The news. Is this real?” Lizzy was just coming out of the bathroom, and hurried downstairs with soapy hands. “What is it?” “Aliens. This can’t be happening. Is this some kind of joke?” “It must be.” replied Lizzy. “Like some kind of modern-day Orson Welles prank.” On the TV, the newscaster was looking in every direction, terrified. Metal...
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