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Submitted to Contest #294
I’ve got my heated blanket on high, my laptop fully charged, and my butt firmly planted on a well-worn couch. It’s snooping time. First stop, Amazon. ‘Tis the season for seeing what people are buying for Christmas. Thanks to my mom, who shares her account with a multitude of people, the orders section is a goldmine for learning information. Who’s giving socks for Christmas and who bought matching iPads for their children? Spoiler alert, it wasn’t my parents.I start from the top, my mom is ordering herself groceries on Amazon Fresh: celery, a...
Submitted to Contest #283
Anyone who says they like getting tours of other people's homes is a liar. Either they’ve been unwillingly forced to participate or, like me, were forced to willfully participate. So here I am, following my overly eager new coworker as she proudly showcases her kitschy souvenirs from forgettable trips and amateur DIY renovations. Unless there’s a stack of gold bars in the basement or an Elvis Presley clone lounging in the living room, I’m not interested. We flit from room to room until we end up at her office, her “pièce de résistance” as sh...
Submitted to Contest #282
“Hey Ash, can we talk for a second?” I nearly whisper. He registers the look on his face, mirroring it on his own as he registers my tone combined with what I said. No one in a relationship wants to hear their partner ask, “Can we talk?” It never ends well, usually with both parties in tears or rage.“Yeah… What’s up?” I can see that he doesn’t know what to do, and the panic that’s setting in. He looks how I feel, maybe he knows what I’m going to say, maybe he doesn’t.“I can’t keep doing this. I'm so sorry." I look towards the ceiling, willin...
Submitted to Contest #280
I’ve got my heated blanket on high, my laptop fully charged, and my butt firmly planted on a well-worn couch. It’s snooping time. First stop, Amazon. ‘Tis the season for seeing what people are buying for Christmas. Thanks to my mom, who shares her account with a multitude of people, the orders section is a goldmine for learning information. Who’s giving socks for Christmas and who bought matching iPads for their children? Spoiler alert, it wasn’t my parents. I start from the top, my mom is ordering herself groceries on Amazon Fresh: celery, ...
I never walk into a room hoping that someone will show me every single mundane detail of their home. Yet here I am, trailing behind my new ditz of a coworker, feigning interest in her kitschy mementos from unremarkable trips, and poorly done DIY renovations. Unless you have a stack of gold bars in your basement or a clone of Elvis Presley in the living room, I don’t care. We flit from room to room until we end up at her office, her “pièce de résistance” as she calls it. I think it’s a pièce of garbage. The room is small, only about 100 squar...
Submitted to Contest #278
Inside, I am squealing right now, but I gotta play it cool on the outside so taking a deep breath I survey my work. On my right, I have my mom, her younger brother, and my older brother Juno, attempting to build a human pyramid. The only trick is, my 100lb brother can’t be on the top. They’ve tried having Mom and Juno on the bottom, my uncle and Juno, and now I think they’re trying to perform a reverse pyramid. Points for creativity I guess. On my left, my grandfather, my 6-year-old female cousin Layla, my dad’s older sister, and my als...
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