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Submitted to Contest #77
“What time did it stop snowing?” Rick asked his wife without turning around. She sniffled before she answered, and Rick wasn’t sure if it was because of the head cold or the crying. Maybe both. “I think around four in the morning,” Sheila said from the couch, her voice raspy and mousey all at once. Rick had only heard her speak like this twice before. And neither time had been good. He nodded once to acknowledge her answer. He stood at the large picture window in the living room, looking out at the backyard. He had his hands thrust dee...
Submitted to Contest #75
I did it. I finally did it. It only took ten freaking years, but I did it. I’m so happy my hands are numb. That’s a thing, right? I hope so. I guess you’re wondering what, exactly, is so hand-numbingly exciting. Well, I’ll tell you about it. Come with me on a strange journey. It’s a happy story in the end, but there were some rocky points along the way. You better believe that. So you can rest assured that, in this particular story, the night is darkest before the dawn. But it’s worth it for that fantastic, brilliant ...
Submitted to Contest #72
The man behind the large black desk finished talking. His crisp manner of speech had enraptured Emily from the beginning. As he stopped speaking, she felt it as an almost physical loss. He stared at her over gold-rimmed reading glasses, his pale green eyes peering out from a wrinkled and regal face. “Say that last line again, please?” Emily said. She felt out of place in this office, high in this building she’d seen from afar nearly all her life but had never been inside, until today. The man, Mr. Reffenschall, looked back down at the leath...
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