May Mills

“Laugh ” by May Mills

Submitted to Contest #55

I waved my hands up in the air staring at Russell, “pass, I’m open,” I shouted. I prayed that Russell would throw the old, dark orange basketball at me before someone on the other team ran over to cover me. Russell looked away but threw the ball at me anyways. Snake eyes, clever, I thought. Before anyone could stop me, I ran over to the hoop and made an easy layup. As the ball went through the net, my team whopped and cheered, I gave Russell and Kevin high fives. “Five to three, we are winning,” I yelled. I walked over, grabbe...

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“Jazz Band Jitters ” by May Mills

I looked up at the fluorescent lights beaming down on the papers on the granite black music stand in front of me. I felt the eyes of the entire crowd staring right at me but I doubt any of them could actually see me through the rows of saxophones and trombones sitting in front of me. Not to mention I was a head shorter than all the boys in the trumpet section surrounding me.  I switched my trumpet between my hands mentally preparing myself for the performance. This wasn’t my band’s first performance this season, but it was the first f...

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“Dentist Drills ” by May Mills

Submitted to Contest #49

I was sitting in my dentist’s waiting room on a gross chair on a beige carpet staring at a beige wall. Beige, of all colors, beige. A color that does not spark any emotion or feeling. A color that is devoid of sympathy. I mentally let out a frustrated augh, I don’t get nervous from too many things, but dentists scare me. I don’t understand why but they just do. I think it's the syringes and drills. Just augh.  I stared at the receptionist. She was sitting behind a boring looking desk wearing boring pale blue scrubs. There was a myriad o...

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“Purple and Green ” by May Mills

Submitted to Contest #45

I looked up at the three moons in the dark pink night sky, they really did look beautiful. I shifted my gaze to our sister planet, Melandriota. Her dark blue surface was banded with stripes of various other shades of blue. I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard a squeaky voice behind me.“Miss, it is time to eat.” I turned around to see a short boy far younger than me. He had bright purple eyes and his pale face was shadowed in the dark. He was wearing shabby, ripped clothes and had dirt on his face. I, on the other hand, had mint...

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“Ignorance and Bliss ” by May Mills

Submitted to Contest #44

Ignorance is bliss, but ignorance is still ignorance. Two weeks ago, I was walking to my car in the nearly empty company parking lot; I had decided to take overtime. In a tech company like this, women like me were typically looked down upon, cast aside, and/or ignored, we had to work twice as hard to get half as far as the men. So, a little overtime would look really good when it came to giving me a promotion. After all, it’s not like I had anything better to do on a Tuesday night. I reached into my coat pocket for the keys to my d...

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“The Monster in the Alley ” by May Mills

Submitted to Contest #43

It wasn’t the obscene graffiti or the stagnant water filled potholes that I hated most about the city. It wasn’t the constant honking of car horns or the irritating voices of street vendors either. It was the smell. The putrid mildew smell combined with the musk of thousands of bodies along with the thick smoke from the factories filled the air in a dense cloud. I tried plugging in my nose while walking through the city, but it was not as efficient as I hoped it would be. So I gave up. I took quick, long steps on the city sidewalk. I wa...

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“The Man in the Tan Trench Coat ” by May Mills

Submitted to Contest #43

Nora sat alone on her knees in the small sandbox. The bright sun was shining down on her, but she did not mind; she had work to do. Her hands were covered in damp sand and her thin, black hair fell over her face. She wanted to push it back but she didn’t want the sand to get in her eyes. She knew how much that hurt and she did not want to cry, or look like she was crying, in front of the other kids in the park. Her dad was at the office, and her mom was around somewhere, probably  on a call for work. She knew how busy her mom was, ...

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“Goodnight, Daniel ” by May Mills

Submitted to Contest #42

I put on my black dress shoes, grabbed my umbrella, and headed out the door. The sky was a light gray, and I could feel the rain coming down lightly, but surely. It was days like this that I really enjoyed, when the sun was at rest behind the clouds and the rain cleansed the busy streets of the city. Eventually, I made my way to the cemetery where I saw a green field and a slick black casket in the middle of a large group of people. Saying goodbye had always been hard for me, but Daniel deserved it more than anyone.  As I made my way to...

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