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Submitted to Contest #103
Long dirty blond hair swirls behind her – the silhouette of her strong shoulders, tiny waist, and curvaceous hips leave an imprint in my plyable mind. I can't look away: I want to know her.There is an orange van with a paisley garden painted along the doors. A long drawn-out car horn through the strings of a violin charm my ears. Finally, a bead of cold sweat drips from my brow to my cheek. It feels like a sweet kiss from her, but now I’m awake and she is gone. The morning knows my routine: I hop ...
Submitted to Contest #58
Megan bent over to buckle her strappy-pump-sandle that has been ceaselessly causing a tripping hazard all morning. She didn't need it - not today. Her boss had been berating her with emails each new one specifying an additional detail to the business proposal for the Shoehorn company Schaufensterschiebe Ltd. The idea was that the company would have a large share in the free market for Schaufenstersheibe Ltd. and use their investor partners to capitalize on any gains, yet the conglomerate partners could withstand a market correction without a...
Submitted to Contest #57
John Schaufensterscheibe immigrated to Canada in 1793 with his young wife Gerta. John was an inventor and a visionary - he loved to tinker with things. He loved to make wooden items - everything from surprises for die kinder (the children) - to decorative nutcrackers - to handheld corn seeders and mortar and pestles - just everyday things: nothing too fancy or modern. After a busy day of working the fields John would dread having to bend over to take off his muddy shoes, especially since he was a very tall man, so one day he used ...
Submitted to Contest #56
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the infamous Josie," Rhonda beamed. "Look at you! Walking without even a cane! How nice of you to come back to visit.""It's been far too long. I missed you all so much! Not only are you the best rehabilitators around, but the residents are my favourite poker pals,"I said as I straightened the staff photo on the mantel.After my car accident, I'd spent nearly 2 years in the facility gaining my strength and retraining my Gumby-like limbs after the brain injury had upset every nerve impulse. When I visit, now and t...
Submitted to Contest #55
It was dusk before Alex noticed; she had to hurry now. She packed her satchel - with a single Sickle feather from her largest Plymouth Rock - a rooster named Prince. She packed a bucket of spent grain from the local brewery to share with the others, and some diatomaceous earth for mites, an ongoing problem of chicken owners everywhere. Alex had only been a hobby chicken farmer for a couple years, but she felt like an expert. She had encountered numerous chicken problems and behaviors, and come up with many creative solutions. She truly ...
Submitted to Contest #54
"You're an adult, you're eager to learn, you want to do this - you'll get through it," Mary said to me as she shifted on the wooden park bench. She slurped her ice coffee assuredly with a strawful of confidence. How could she say that? She doesn't know my shabby work ethic or the multitude of memory issues that affect my learning. Mary was just so certain she made it seem foolish that I would ever doubt myself. "When you were fifteen - you were depressed, you had an eating disorder, you had no goals or motivation other than to leave ...
My anxiety rose as I awkwardly sat, legs akimbo, knees a mosaic of blue. While sucking a painful gulp of air I convinced myself I fell for a reason. I would get back up with something more than what I had when I fell, and it wouldn't only be the dirt on my pant legs. I grasped for a melody of bravery, yet no lyric I could remember seemed appropriate for this moment. Then it occurred to me that the reason no words fit was they had not been written yet. I gracelessly shuffled to my feet. A topsy turvy toddler in his father's shoes would have h...
Submitted to Contest #53
The sun was sinking down behind the cityscape and crickets had started to chirp their evening prelude; Susy just huffed, out-of-breath, since she had been running as fast as she physically could. With a cherry red face, she was panting; she dramatically dragged herself up beside Sammy. They looked at each other then disappointingly lowered their heads to see two side-by-side popsicle sticks in a gooey red puddle. The sun was at its midday height, and the ice cream truck just rolled over the speedbumps then through the meadow way. Like...
It was a quarter past three in the afternoon, and like a sirens song she sang to him. They had only just met a week ago, at a friends recommendation, but their love had grown so much bolder and darker as quarantine dragged. She would glare at him with sultry eyes every time he went into the kitchen; she was pleading with him to take her right there right then. When he would open the fridge she would hang on the edge teasing him with that long shapely neck. She was such a temptress - a foreign taste on his tongue that left him wanting more.&n...
Submitted to Contest #52
Jenny walked down the hallway with what felt like a literal ton of wedding planning supplies in a hobo bag that was looking progressively like it was hobo owned and operated. She was certain every single pamphlet and decorative stationary was vitally necessary to have on hand at every second. Every detail must be perfection! God...she could use a night off EVERYTHING! She needed something unplanned, unanticipated and disorderly to happen ASAP!She pressed the elevator button and for that moment she reveled in the powerful central air blowing ...
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