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Submitted to Contest #81
God she's still so pretty. I thought to myself. I hadn't seen Mackenzie for years at that point, I guess not since our statistics class sophomore year of college. Now she was working at the same restaurant as me? That's just fate right there. And she must've had the some kind of pull during the hiring process because I totally lied on my application `and still got the job. I must say, I truly was shocked when I got the acceptance phone call. But hey, never look a gift horse in the mouth. But, during this particular thought, I was glancing a...
I was excited, and I'll admit I let myself be a little giddy. I had a reason to pull out my old cookbooks and I had been over the stove for hours making his favorite. Chicken Alfredo with garlic bread, some roasted mushrooms, a fresh salad, and a bottle of white wine. I pulled the peach pie out of the oven and shook a dash of sugar on top for some pizzazz. I put it on the counter to cool and rushed upstairs to shower and do my makeup and put on a nice dress. He would come home at 7 most nights so I had to hurry. I looked in the mirror at the...
Kylie was nervous, this was her first date in about six months since she'd broken up with Dylan after she caught him with another woman. She was wearing a red dress and heels, but was fretting with her curls that seemed to keep coming loose. She'd been waiting in her car now for half an hour, worrying and worrying. Two years she'd been with Dylan, and for the last three months of their relationship had he been with other people. She figured six months was enough time to sulk and hopped onto a dating site. It seemed to be more of a hookup sit...
Submitted to Contest #80
Mommy tells me not to look at the people who come into our house every week. I don't know why, they're just people. She says they're bad but not to tell them that. But I know you can't just tell people that, that'd be rude. They come in and quiz me on stuff from school and ask me what my mommy and daddy think about them. Mommy and daddy have told me I'm not allowed to lie but if the people in blue come to our house then I can tell them anything that makes them happy. I don't really get why mommy says they're bad people if she wants them to b...
In the heat of that August day there was nothing to do but sit inside in the air conditioning and pray you didn't melt. I'll never forget it. It was the kind of heat where time felt slower and the air was as thick as syrup. The kind of day where you had to hope something interesting came on TV because goodness knows you wouldn't be going outside for your action. I guess I should have appreciated my Augusts more though, I'd give anything to feel hot sun again. I jumped when my sitcom rerun was interrupted by a bright flashing "Breaking News" ...
Submitted to Contest #79
I will never say I have been the perfect sister, but I feel as though the relationship Piper and I have is a strong one. Piper and I grew up with parents who really only liked to keep us around for the inhouse servitude. After I turned 18 I was basically told to pack my bags and not come back. I kept close with Piper because she was now all alone with our parents for two more years. But God that wonderful day when she turned 18 and got to come live with me in my apartment was one I’ll never forget. She’d already had her things boxed up and a...
Submitted to Contest #78
I know it’s silly and pointless and a waste of time and wasteful in general and blah blah blah. I know these things, I’m only ridiculed seemingly constantly for my passion. But I can’t help it. For generations we did these incredible, impermanent works of art, art a person can experience and now people look at it as something not worth the dirt caked on their shoes. My great grandmother taught me one day how to make a simple piece of toast and I was hooked. I love to cook. Humanity seems to dwell on progress and efficiency. Nev...
The day I found a letter in my mailbox addressed to me by Finley Scott was not one I thought I would ever see again. My old friend had vanished while we were in college and I hadn’t seen him for at least seven years at that point. The envelope was brown and reminded me of deli paper, it had been wrapped with twine and sealed with a wax stamp which detailed an ornate ‘S’ on it. It was odd considering I hadn’t quite pegged Fin to be the romantic writer, but who was I to judge the man I’d assumed dead for nearly a decade? Excitedly, I we...
Submitted to Contest #71
Christmas has always been my favorite holiday. I love the traditions people celebrate, I love the lights, gift-giving, baked goods, all of it. But my favorite Christmas tradition, is the cookie exchange my friends and I do every year. This year, it was my turn to host, I had gone to great lengths to ensure that this party would be perfect. New table cloths decked with green and red and gold and silver threading, plates with beautiful holly leaves and wine glasses to match, not to mention the stocked up medicine cabinet from the inevitable su...
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