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Submitted to Contest #295
CW: brief mention of death but has a positive endingIn a rural town in Connecticut, there was a sweet-hearted family: The Meads. Luke and Debbie were siblings, 16 and 18. They were visiting their maternal grandmother for the weekend before Debbie's graduation party. They're all sitting in the living room, the white walls brighten the room in the warmth of June. Although the tan carpet and dull sage chairs are enough to bore even the most boring people. The mini television, quiet, playing old cartoons on repeat. Luke crosses his legs and trie...
Submitted to Contest #294
Riley opens the door to his sepia cottage to see Lucy cooking one of his favorite meals.“Hey stranger, thought you'd never get off shift.” says Lucy as she closes the oven. “Sorry, got caught up at the office, buncha paperwork I gotta finish this week...” he says as he steps onto the ivory tile floor. “I smell chicken marsala! You didn't have to go and do all this just for little old me...” Riley laughs as he unpacks his work bag. “Oh, come on Ry, whenever you come to my place you always cook for me. Now that I have a key here, I thought I'd...
Submitted to Contest #293
"That was such a fun night, Tyler thank you... and thank Wren for me too!", exclaimed Molly as she smiled the widest, she had in months. Tyler and Molly have been best friends since high school and try to hangout at least once a week or every other week even with their busy schedules. "Of course, Molls! I'm glad you enjoyed." They pull up in the driveway and Molly tries to collect herself. "Tyler... I-..." "Yeah?" "Uhm... I..." Molly's mind raced as she realized how much she wanted to envelop him in the most passiona...
Submitted to Contest #168
Danielle sat alone on the tan wooden bench checking off her list; it was crisp outside, a cold 28 degrees Fahrenheit, so she felt lucky to be near a heater. As she makes her way down the sunshine yellow paper pad to go through her checklist, she smells something. She hadn’t eaten yet and this was her chance to do so before her station was called. The scents of cinnamon sugar, fakery queso dip, and salty goodness lured her in. She practically floated her way over to the soft pretzel stand. “Hi! One order of cinnamon pretzel sticks, on...
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