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Submitted to Contest #230
The short scene on the movie she had been watching inexplicably and instantly lifted her depressive mood. It took her a few minutes to process how the image of the farmhouse kitchen had snapped her out of the dark feeling she'd carried all day and propelled her into a sense of purpose. The kitchen was the view in the background of the scene in which the main character in the foreground was sitting in a chair in an adjacent room watching a television program. The maple branches outside the curtained window in the scene casted moving shadows a...
Submitted to Contest #199
Forgetting his face would be difficult, as sometimes happens when I meet a stranger. His was nicely proportionate to the size of his head. Both were sturdy but not too large. His hands were what I had first noticed about him, though. His palms were broad and fleshy. Long wide fingers with soft peach flesh stretched over their bones betrayed his youth. His were not the hands of a fisherman or a carpenter. His were not blue collar hands."Is that cream in there"? He pointed to the small tin pitcher in front of me. I handed it to him and noticed...
Submitted to Contest #191
For all the trouble he was, Olivia held the fondest memories of Jacob. Although she could honestly say that she didn't dislike any of her old lovers - at least not beyond the few weeks after breaking up with them, or vice versa - Jacob was a favorite. As a young woman, Olivia loved to be in love. She watched her relationships blossom from a place outside of herself, as if they were movies she was starring in. Back then, her romances might last a year, sometimes longer. Or they might fizzle out after a few months. A new man would ca...
Submitted to Contest #188
Nigel was an only child brought up in the suburbs of St Louis. His parents were both college educated, successful in their vocations, and devoted to his growth and enjoyment of life. He played soccer and, later, basketball; although he wasn't particularly interested in either sport. Both of his parents, even after they divorced, attended his games and school events, cheering him on enthusiastically. Nigel was in the 70th percentile for intelligence in his grade, but everyone knew he was smarter than most. Still, by most accoun...
Submitted to Contest #186
Wasted Time TravelEvery day was like the day before. Get up, wash, eat, read, go outside to exercise. Wait to die. What were the things he had most wanted? How many years had passed since he'd planned to go anywhere or dreamt of anything beyond the sequence of events that brought him here? Could he have taken a different path? Sure. The trajectory of a human life can shift with a solitary choice; even a simple one like where to eat; turning left instead of right; shifting one’s course on a whim. Any plans he'd&n...
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