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Emmerette laid in bed one early Saturday morning, enjoying a few peaceful moments before another busy day. No doubt Mackenzie’d wanna go to the park again, she sighed: i’ve taken her there every other Saturday for the past two months, hasn’t she gotten sick of it yet? She thought to herself. She wondered how her classmates were spending their weekends, maybe having a lie in after a long school week, maybe hanging out with friends, not worrying about their little sisters 24/7, not worried about putting food on the table or that some...
Jack stood in his kitchen one mid December morning, looking out his window at the thick blanket of snow that covered the ground, he didn’t hear Taylor as she came from their room and stood beside the open door: “Hey”. She greeted softly: “Hey”. He answered back not turning around. She walked in a few paces: “Didn’t realise the snow’d get this bad overnight”. “Surprised you didn’t see it as soon as you woke up”. “No, I wanted to come in here as soon as I got up”. She looked down at the floor: “I missed you last night”. Jack let out a long bre...
Submitted to Contest #83
Claire swims faster and faster away from Joe’s manic splashing, Joe laughs. “You given up yet”? “No way”! Claire cals out from further into the sea, Joe smirks before swimming quicker toward her and capturing her in his arms while she squeals. “How about now”? “Such a cheat”! She giggles. “Am I now”? Joe whispers into her ear before slowly kissing the side of Claire’s face and down her neck, his breath warm against her cold wet skin. She closes her eyes, unable to resist his touch. “Mm, uh play fair” she whines. Joe gives her a sly smile, ki...
Submitted to Contest #79
I sat anxiously in my bedroom, every passing ring making me feel worse.It’s no use I sighed, then finally she answered: “Hello”? She greeted, sounding detached, distant. I swallowed: “Hi”. I smiled: “Amy”? She asked stunned. “How did you get this number”? “Sorry, it was on your Facebook page, I didn’t wanna invade your privacy, it’s just been so long you know”? I rambled, probably seeming pathetic but I didn’t care. She sighed: “I keep forgetting to change my privacy settings”. “Or remove my number altogether”. “I know it’s been ages, b...
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