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Submitted to Contest #203
Evelyn Harrison was no stranger in her small town. She was the teacher of the year for three years straight, volunteered at her church on the weekends, made regular donations to charities, always wore bright floral dresses—no matter the season—and was the kindest person one could ever meet. She was loved and admired by everyone in her small town. No one had an ounce of ill will towards her, but the whole town was concerned with one thing: she was a lonely woman. She spent her days and nights serving others, seemingly having no time for her...
Submitted to Contest #200
She had never intended for things to go this far. She never intended to be sitting in a New York luxury apartment, drinking vintage wine, and soaking in her gold adjourned hot tub. She never intended to become a best-selling author, and yet, here she was.“Ms. Locke, what would you say your biggest step to success was?” reporters often asked. She would always give them the same forced smile. “Well, as I say in my book, it's all about hard work.”But that isn't true at all, is it? No, there’s nothing hard about spreading a rumor or two. Sh...
Submitted to Contest #187
Humid muggy air sits still, as though it is holding its own breath, or perhaps trying to suffocate those who breathe it in. The sun beams down relentlessly, baking those who dare to stand in its rays. The hunter stepped out of his vehicle, rifle slung over his shoulder, his beady eyes slowly looking over the small huts that housed the villagers. Made of twigs and leaves, he doubted it did much to protect them from the horrors of nature–no wonder the villagers needed him. Around the edge of the village towered trees, seemingly extending infin...
Submitted to Contest #174
Tw: Brief implication of underage sex work Time flies. Of course, we all know this, but it seems we don’t realize the severity of it until we are much older. When you are a child, two or three years seems like a lifetime, and something further away, like ten years, seems impossible. But as an adult, as you grow nearer and nearer to death, the days and years blend seamlessly. Tomorrow, yesterday, today, and next year are so streamlined, it is easy to forget the events that occur in a given moment. Like many children, these thoughts ...
Submitted to Contest #172
Note: this story contains brief and implied situations of domestic violence and addiction. To my daughter: There are a thousand things I should have said in my lifetime: I love you. I need you. Stay. Go. This isn’t right. But none of them compare to the one thing I should have said to you. None of them would change anything that happened in my life, at least not for the better. I still think of the night your mother and I received that phone call. I can still hear the phone clatter to the kitche...
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