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To: chief.scout@—————Subject: Peanut Butter and JellyDear Chief Scout —————I am writing to bring to your attention a most troubling international incident. My name is Samantha Johnson, third-year extern at the Culinary Institute of America in New York, currently specializing in "American Food Studies: Farm to Table Cooking.”I hold a specialized certification in Historical American Comfort Foods with a concentration in Lunchbox Classics. My published paper 'The Socioeconomic Impact of Crusts vs. No-Crusts: A 50-State Analysis' received the In...
Submitted to Contest #298
This story contains mild sexual content.Susan turned the book over once. Twice. Questions multiplied inside her mind, but ever the mousey little one, she didn't put any of them to voice. She controlled her face, not allowing her brows to raise even a centimeter.“Uh, thanks.” She bobbed slightly, hoping that would satisfy whatever social ritual this was.Edith laughed; the ethereal twinkling sound was too musical to even be annoying. She tossed her perfect blonde hair, the waves bouncing and separating exactly how the Pantene commercials model...
Submitted to Contest #297
Summer, 1995Who ever thought my first love affair would occur in what we called the jazz shack—a once-proud open air chapel in the middle of the forest that Boy Scouts had repurposed with makeshift plywood walls? I also never imagined it would be with a piece of music, but that is truth. It's possible to fall head over heels in love with a melody. For me, it was I’ll Remember April, that ballad made famous by Ella Fitzgerald, Frank Sinatra, and countless jazz legends.The wind blew right through that chapel's gaps, carrying with it an assortm...
Submitted to Contest #296
His eyes fixed on her face, the smooth elasticity of youth peering back at him. The corner of her mouth rose slightly, the wrinkle near her left eye let him know her smile was genuine. The gleaming glass towers of the financial district loomed around them, casting long shadows across the plaza where junior analysts scurried between meetings. He'd watched promising talents come and go for twenty years in this cutthroat investment firm—most crushed under the weight of ambition and naivety. It hurt that she was happy to see him. He'd never mean...
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