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Submitted to Contest #98
Riding with a full tank of gas into the sunset with a beautiful young woman behind their RV steering wheel was the stuff dreams are made of for Nicholas. Gina was from a conservative household. Her father is black and her mother is Cuban. She was told she had Native American roots on her father’s side. She always felt like the womb she was birthed out of wasn’t what she was originally formed in. She always believed an discovered planet in the infinite galaxy was where she originated. That’s what connected her and Nicholas. He also felt like ...
Submitted to Contest #88
“Most likely he’ll ask you a lot of questions.” Darlene says. “That’s okay.” “He’ll size you up, he’s testing the waters, you know.” “Understood. You sent him my movies, right?” “Yeah, but I don’t know if he watched them. He’s a busy guy.” “I can imagine, writers’ minds are on going.” “You should be able to relate, you wrote most of your plays.” “Seems many years ago.” “Soon you’ll be saying that about directing movies.” “Maybe. Ready?” Jean and Darlene finish their drinks and set their empty glasses on the kitchen table. They walk to the ...
Submitted to Contest #73
“Is Leslie in there?” “No, she said she’s running late.” “Not surprise.” “You want to go in now?” “Not really. There’s plenty of cars here.” “Yeah, but how many are here for our party?” Alonzo questions. “True. I don’t understand why they decided to use a hotel. Club would’ve been better.” “Yeah, but that was Mr. Rose decision.” “You called it our party.” “What’s that?” Tony looks at Alonzo in the passenger’s seat and repeats, “Seconds ago you said it’s our party.” “It is, right?” Tony looks down and smirks. “Mr. Rose has invited every ban...
Submitted to Contest #53
After returning from Las Vegas Mark finds himself back on a business trip to Chicago. He has been in Chicago for two weeks, then when he returned to New York, he visits his father because he was sick. He had the flu. While helping take care of his father the coronavirus hit and they been in quarantine for half a year. Him and Melissa have only been speaking to each other by phone and through Zoom on their computers. As his father recovers and his mother cooks for them and they enjoy being together. Melissa remains home in their upstate apart...
“Don’t forget to wear your mask,” Melissa says over the phone to Don. “I know. See you soon.” “Okay.” Thirty-five minutes later Don pulls up in an UBER in front of a brown cottage. It’s well kept. An extravagant vine encasing its sides up to the wood roof. The wide bright green grass is cut perfectly around its landscape. Its door is colored forest green. After he steps out of the car, he sees Melissa standing at the entrance. The weather is warm, sunny, a little breezy. The car service pulls away. He walks up to Melissa. They smile at e...
Submitted to Contest #51
The third house that Luke and his family moved into (which would not be their last) is the house he dreams about often. As a child, he and his older brother, John, played with several kids in the neighborhood. He couldn’t stand hearing the car tires screech at the end of the block where there was no stop light. And right after the loud screeching- boom! Cars crash, ambulance siren shortly after. Even now in his forties, Luke hated that irritating sound. The elementary school he and John attended was up the street and around the corner. It t...
Submitted to Contest #49
Luke stands at the bus stop alone, waiting for the bus. It’s a full moon. Spring time. Warm outside. There aren’t a lot of people out. Luke is coming from his job. He has to take two buses to get home. He’s waiting on the second one. He doesn’t think much of his job, he sells furniture. He’s been working there for nearly five years now. His main goal in life is to be a movie star. When he’s asked, he makes sure he’s there for each audition. It can be a little difficult, especially when he’s called in at the last minute and he needs coverage...
Submitted to Contest #45
We’ve been here before. The burning. The looting. The screams. The darkness. The fire. The running. The chanting. Avoiding the tear gas. Breaking glass windows. Turning the police cars onto its side. Hit by rubber bullets. All of it looks too familiar. Her mother told her about her witnessing such rage when she was younger. And here sitting in her boyfriend’s bedroom, Billie watches the flames rise on the streets of Ferguson, Missouri. She sat on the end of his bed, watching the news footage on his television. She watched, troubled by t...
Submitted to Contest #44
Alex stood outside of the door to the house he grew up in. The sunset glowed behind the large green trees across the street. He could smell steak and sweet corn coming out from the house. His mother was waiting inside. He was excited to show her the pictures of his trip. He’d been away for a whole month. The trip was glorious and somewhat life changing. It was the first time he took a trip outside of the U.S.He put the key in the door and walked inside. The delicious aroma from the kitchen hit him harder as well as the warmth he always felt ...
Submitted to Contest #42
Out of all the rock concerts Chris had been to this was the loudest and most electric. He would not had guessed that a childhood crush of his would be a lead singer in one of the most promising indie rock bands of its’ time. Chris stood in the middle of the crowd several feet back from the medium size stage. He was shoulder to shoulder with very excited, sweaty, drunk young male and females, who were also pushing, screaming and smoking. The girl in front of him was lifted up onto her boyfriend’s shoulders. She joyously raises her hands in th...
Submitted to Contest #40
“You look really good today, you’re like glowing,” Daisy said as we stood on the New York sidewalk. The only way I could respond to this comment was to smile because the day she said this to me was the day after I was told my father had passed.Daisy is an acting couch of mine. It’s always nice randomly running into her.I thought later maybe what my dad left behind, all he saw, observed, felt, inhabited went into me and made my brown skin illuminate with a glow that was undeniable. Perhaps that’s too mystical. I’m not into that stuff. I was j...
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