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Submitted to Contest #19
“Umm, do you have this in teal?” I asked holding up a light blue bundle of yarn. “Ooh, or maybe like a fuzzy teal? I don’t know what it’s called--arts and crafts really aren’t my thing--but like it has sort of these splintering-off threads on it? It puffs out more.” I tried to gesture with my hands. “God, I really don’t know what it’s called. Do you know what I’m talking about?” “Yeah, I think I do.” The employee answered. “We might have some in the back.” I exhaled, relieved. “Great, this is like the fifth AC Moore I’ve been to in the past ...
Submitted to Contest #17
“He’s my son!” I exclaimed to my too noisy and too opinionated personal assistant, Shelly. “You’re not related to him! He has a father already!” I felt a tear threatened to fall. “So what! I love him like a son! His father is never around anyway!” I curled up in a ball on the sofa. “So why can’t he be my sooonnnnnn!” Now monologuing, I added. “I was always alone as a child, you know?” “You’re breaking into hysterics.” “My parents were never around for me. I was all alone. So alone. So very alone.” I whispered. “Alone.” “This conversation is ...
Submitted to Contest #16
“I still remember the first time I saw you. It in was second grade during recess. You were wearing a pink polka-dress with ladybug hair ties for your pigtails. You were in the sand box, making sandcastles with a red bucket for your sand princesses. It was adorable. I wanted you to notice me. So I stole your red bucket and you hated me for the rest of elementary school. We were so dumb and naive back then. I miss it. “I was given a second chance back in Ms. Miller’s class in fifth grade. I was assigned next to you in the back row. I would occ...
“Hey, do you ever wonder what’s out there. In the forest?” “Emma!” I hushed. “You know we’re not allowed in there! Sister Scarlett warned us, remember? It’s dangerous!” “But what makes it dangerous?” Emma questioned. “My granny said out there, are our god’s enemies. Monsters that will kill anyone who steps foot inside.” I firmly replied. “Wow.” Emma turned away from the looming forest to me. Her blue eyes peering at me. “It’s getting dark, we should head back.” Agreeing with a nod, I still took a few steps closer to the woods. Amongst ...
Beethoven’s tenth symphony rang through the choir hall. It was previously undiscovered. Hidden by the lapping waves of history. Nine glorious symphonies were praised for almost two centuries while the tenth one waited, in a birch box, written in careful calligraphy. I stroked the keys of my instrument with the same gentle love born of soulmates. My lips silently moved, mouthing the notes’ letters as I continued. Then, the symphony was over. The last note echoed through the concert hall with a lasting promise that this symphony was too beauti...
Where I’m from, my village has this little ritual that has labeled us crackheads to the rest of the world. When a child is born, they are chosen by a weapon. The more destructive the weapon, the more praise the child gets. Afterwards, the adults smoke crack. It’s a jolly day. Not for me, though. I was chosen by a pen. At first, my parents didn’t even want to teach me to write. They didn’t want to encourage my use of the pen. Instead they jammed swords and bows and bazookas into my tiny baby hands, just hoping they would stick. They didn’t. B...
Submitted to Contest #15
“Happy bar-day!” Cady cheered. I gazed up at her with tired eyes. “What are you talking about?” “On the house.” She slid me a glass of scotch. “Every day for the past year you’ve come here! Happy bar-day!” “You are way too happy about this.” “What? Your bar-day?” “No, life.” “How could you be so negative! I’ve known you for a year and… and… that’s it… I have absolutely no knowledge about you.” I shrugged and took a sip. “As it should be.” She placed her hands on her hips. “No, no it’s not. This just won’t do. I’m fixing this. Now. What do yo...
“My brother has the coolest job in the world!” Hailey Patterson squealed as she held up her handmade book depicting what she thought her brother’s occupation was. “He’s a superhero! Every day, he patrols the city and beats up the bad guys. Whenever Denver is in trouble the police-leader-guy just shines this super duper bright light into the sky and my brother comes to the rescue!” Lucas’s hand sprung up, but he didn’t want to be called on. “What if it’s during the day? How will he see the light with the sun!” Hailey paused for a second, thin...
“An arranged marriage.” I huffed into the mirror as I applied a dark shade of lipstick. “I mean, it’s 2019! My parents need to wake up and taste the new era.” Gloria, my best and only friend, sighed. “But you’re still going on this first date for it?” I capped my lipstick. “Ah, yeah? If I don’t my parents will completely cut me off. I just have to entertain this little proposal until I can think of a way out of it.” Besides, they probably only want this marriage to get some connection to a big brand or something. It’s not like they really ca...
Submitted to Contest #14
“Code names,” Caesar began. “Code names are important and we are going to be using them for the rest of this voyage.” I started to pace around the room. “Now, you all received a letter, inviting you onto my yacht, I would like you to open those letters and reveal your code names out loud.” “Marcus.” “Junius.” “Brutus.” “And I…” Caesar loudly declared. “Am Caesar.” Marcus crumpled up his letter into a ball. “What is this all about?” Caesar stared off longingly into the distance for dramatic effect. “One of you… is going to murder me.”“What?” ...
“Muse!” Apoyo laughed. “Get over here!” Stumbling over various thrones of the gods and nearly tipping his serving tray, Muse rushed to his side. “Yes Apoyo?” “I think it’s time for the final test of your internship. Granting the request of a human.” Muse’s eyes light up. “Really?” “Are you sure? Muse is still a kid. He’s not ready to be a full-fledged god.” Permes chuckled tossing back his eminence afro. “Remember last decade, when he set himself on fire trying to make Afrodite’s banana foster? Remember that Afrodite?” Afrodite swirled the g...
Trigger warning: includes talk of suicide.Ariel I stared at my reflection in Sycamore High’s bathroom mirror. Running cold water from the facet, I splashed some at my face. I glared at my face. I hated it. Flush, and white from the cold water. My pale face only made my polluted-river green eyes stand out more. My nose was narrow and pointy. My cheeks were slightly round from years of over eating. I hated my complexion. I loathed every part of it. I glanced at the door, wanting to leave. In a few minutes, I had an appointment with the guidanc...
Submitted to Contest #13
“Dude, that’s like the tenth black cat that’s crossed your path today.” Delun noted. “So, what? It doesn’t mean anything.” I replied carefree. “It’s bad luck.” “Dude, can we really not do this now? I have a hot lunch date. It’s the first time we’re meeting in person.” “Do what?” He asked innocently. I scoffed. “Last month, you were trying to convince me I had the curse of Egypt and released several dozen pounds of locus in my house. And now, a black cat curse. Why are you switching it up now?” “It’s spŏŏky season.” “Come on, Delun. You don’t...
“Here are your keys, sir.” As the receptionist handed me the key to the honeymoon suite, I couldn’t help but be tempted by my growing curiosity to ask. “I heard this place is haunted. Is it true?” “Well,” she replied. “Guests had reported unusual sightings.” “Do you think we’ll see any during our stay?” “I don’t know. They can be unpredictable.” I shivered with fright. “How terrifying!” Turning to Derek, my newlywed husband, he said. “Don’t worry, babe, I’ll always protect chu.” “Awe, I feel myself swooning for you all over again!” I gave hi...
Submitted to Contest #12
“Wends, can I call you Wends?”Samantha raised her finger in objection, but before she could tell Dennis that her name was not Wendy, but Samantha, he continued his rambling. “I’m calling you Wends. Listen, Wends, you and me? We’re a team. Partners in crime that defend the law. Scratch that, actually, you’re just my assistant.”Again, Samantha raised her finger to correct him, that she was actually a paralegal, not a lowly assistant. However, Dennis didn’t stop to breath, let alone listen to her. “I’d say our relationship is more… hmmm… master...
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