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Jordan Wright

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The Pool Noodles Granddaughter

Submitted to Contest #57

The pool noodle. Yup, that’s me, granddaughter of the man who invented the pool noodle. And you’re right, it’s as glamourous as it sounds. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with being related to the guy, it’s just that, well, the family now is pretty well off. Which is great! I get to go to the best schools, go on family holidays and if we ever get sick, we know that we’re lucky enough to be taken care of. But when people come round and see our house, the cars we drive and the other fancy things we own… well… they expect we’re famou...

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When Jess Met Sarah

Submitted to Contest #56

“I have to pee!” I called to my mum as I ran to the public bathrooms at the park. “Remember to lock the door, sweetie,” she called to me as I ran. I waved my hand behind me, letting her know that I'd heard her. I was twelve, of course I’d remember to lock the door. Running into the stall, the door slammed shut but the lock wouldn’t turn. “Dammit!” I called, sitting down, and holding the door shut with my hand. Finishing, I let go of the door to button up my jeans. A spit second later it flew open and another girl about my age came running i...

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Blessed People

Submitted to Contest #55

There was something about sneaking out of the house while my wife slept that made me feel like a criminal. I knew that she’d thank me forn it later, but keeping her in the dark sent a chill up my spine. “You’re late.” I jogged over to an old brick warehouse at the end of my street panting, waving my hand dismissively at the man leaning against the building with a cigarette in his mouth and a cap that sat so low you couldn’t see his eyes. “Sharon took a while to go to sleep tonight.” I replied. “Hmph” the man replied, flicking his ciga...

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