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Submitted to Contest #222
Emma woke to her annoying alarm clock. Oh crap, I pushed the snooze button too many times? Now, I am going to be late. Mr. Taft locked the classroom doors before he distributed the final exams. He had zero tolerance for students who could not bother to be punctual, his words. Emma grabbed her hairbrush for a quick brush and ponytail job and tilted the golden etched mirror, which sat on her nightstand. The mirror was a treasure given to her upon her grandmother's death. The mirror was rumored to be magical, but Emma did not believe in such hu...
Submitted to Contest #221
My name is Gunhild, but I am called Hilda. At least, that is what I was called when I was alive. My name means "battle maid" or "fighter" in Old Norse (my ancestry), and I lived true to my name. When I died, I did not desire a fluffy, light at the end of the tunnel death. I wasn't eager to meet any Angels. I was a fighter. I still am, and my home is still my home.I was born and raised in this house. I was the last to die in it. My family line ended with my death at the age of eighty-five. After I died, I never left. I didn't know if I even c...
Submitted to Contest #220
"Wake up. Let me help you get off the floor and onto the couch." I think that's what I heard a woman say. It didn't sound like my mom's voice. My head pounded, and I was too tired to care. I kept my eyes closed as a warm blanket covered me."Are you hungry?" The stranger asked."No, my head hurts too bad to eat," I muttered. I gradually opened my eyes and saw a woman I didn't know. I was lying on a plaid couch I had never seen, covered with a soft woolen blanket that wasn't mine. I thought I was dreaming, but my head hurt too severely for it t...
Submitted to Contest #219
Liz kept looking at the clock, eager for the day to end. She needed to get her kids from school and take them to her parents’ house for the evening. It had been years since Liz had dated. She was as nervous as she had been on her first date at fifteen. Going out on the town was one of those things Liz could not afford on her meager preschool teacher salary. Her ex-husband had ditched her and the children a few years back. He had left her with a mortgage and a car payment she could not afford. He moved frequently from one girlfriend to anothe...
Submitted to Contest #218
Sarah hastily walked down Wing C to room 312. She needed to be with her grandmother, Grandma Bess, whose life was rapidly fading. The atmosphere in the nursing home felt surreal; the odd smell of old people and cleaning disinfectants was not permeating the air as usual. It was strange that she could not smell anything.Her entire evening was peculiar. It began with the tragic car accidents on Route 64. She had been stuck in traffic for three hours due to police cars, ambulances, tow trucks, and even an emergency helicopter. All traffic had be...
Submitted to Contest #217
Laird Gunnvaldr paced the tall stone walls surrounding his castle hidden in the mountains of Sulitjelma. He had ordered his warriors to seek out and kill the mighty dragon named Cinnia. She had slaughtered many of the men he had sent on previous missions. The missions had not been successful. Each attempt to slay the dragon resulted in dozens of his men killed or severely wounded. His warriors were useless to him if they had no legs or arms.Laird Gunnvaldr grew angrier and more impatient with each failed attempt. The dragon needed to be elim...
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