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“Arden! Arden King!” A man with bouncing curly hair skipped some steps down to the street to catch up with a person; who, from an outside point of view, seemed like they were trying to get away from someone, or something. They didn’t turn around and quickly crossed the street and went down an alleyway. The man who tried to get Arden's attention was stuck on the other side of the street, outside of the library they were both let out of, the light had changed and traffic trapped him. Arden King was listening to the Stay In Bed curated p...
Submitted to Contest #73
 They tell me I was born to be a dancer. Me, Richard Richards, a dancer, thee dancer. All my aunties, uncles, and cousins gave me nicknames that had to do with moving: leg shaker, buckskin booty, etc., (they do get more embarrassing than that last one too). But my mother says I was dancing before I entered this world when her womb was the one and only home I’d known. There was nothing she could do to calm me either. Whether she was laying down, walking down the river, eating dried deer meat, drinking warm swap tea...I was wiggling...
Submitted to Contest #72
The cemetery was placed on a hill that overlooked a small town. Meaning you could see main street, it’s shops, and that’s about it. The most exciting view was that of the Pacific Ocean. Most days, if the wind prevailed, the waters were flat. At the moment white caps decorated the saltwater as it splashed into rocks and small crabbing boats. And if you were on main street you could also see the cemetery. Today, if you were at the post office and looked east and slightly up, you could observe a funeral taking place. Nothing quite out of the o...
Submitted to Contest #71
Piece of Heaven Publishing Company, read in big blue block letters at the entrance of the four story building. I read this phrase every time I entered this godforsaken place. Piece of Heaven for who?? Not for “Tom the Temp”, (that’s me). A couple of my now co-workers nicknamed me that. I’ve been here for 2 months, on the dot, and there is no foreseeable end to this sentence. The person I’m filling for went on maternity leave but is now facing some unexpected health issues. I’ve never met them but everyone I talk to raves about how welco...
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