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“A second chance” by Lea -

Submitted to Contest #18

My feet pounded the pavement, puffs of smoke emanated from between my frost bitten lips as I began to tighten my fist around the crumpled bills that a good Samaritan gave me earlier in the day. I needed to get to the store on Lenox before they closed up shop for Christmas. It was rare when I came into ownership of such a large sum of money. Well, large for me. I needed something to wear that would keep the winter chill at bay.  The shop came into view, it’s glass window spattered with handwritten signs. The hardwood front door had seen ...

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“Dear Pa’ and meat mash Turkey” by Lea -

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #17

Dear Pa’, Rations are running low during these colder wetter months, monsoon season they call it. More like hell season, if the cold didn’t get ya’ then the trench foot did. Watched my boy Elli’s foot swell up something fierce and pop like a water balloon. His screams brought us under fire that night. He didn’t last til morning. We couldn’t bury him, but I managed to say a little prayer, hopefully God heard me. Captain Hargreaves managed to get us up and out of the wetter parts of the jungle, but the cover was worse and we spent a week hopin...

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“From Betty with love and a trust” by Lea -

Submitted to Contest #16

People scurried back and forth on NYC streets barely noticing me sitting on the corner with my bent cardboard sign. There was no reason to, I was one of the many homeless of this city. Vagrants trying to get enough money for a hot meal or a ticket back home. My reasons are simple, a hot drink to get me through the cold winter night. The liquor store across the street with the protective glass around the counter is the only place that will sell to someone like me. The old man didn’t have many upstanding customers anyway and didn’t shirk cold ...

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“With love and an axe” by Lea -

My heart beat an ominous rhythm. Unfamiliar to me. A sensation described as ‘butterflies in the stomach’ is something the media, my parents, and books, many books speak about. They drone on and on about this ‘take my breath away’ moment two people experience when they lock eyes. They experience sweaty palms, rapid breathing and a tightness in their chest, just like what I am feeling now. Is this love? Is the sight in front of me inducing this sensation? What is this thing I am feeling? This cocktail of neuro chemicals that makes me feel weak...

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“A sparse story” by Lea -

Submitted to Contest #14

I can’t breathe, the weight, I can’t breathe. The crushing weight of it all. Only twelve years old and the world has decided that the quota for pain and suffering was to be filled this evening. This rainy stormy evening devoid of clouds. Time didn’t stand still, it became a crushing weight resting, gluttonously on top of everything. Always feeding vigorously on top of apt 4.Sounds grew louder, or was that the blood roaring in my ears. Hanging upside down from the four poster bed while my young child’s curls dragged on the ground. The noise, ...

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