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Submitted to Contest #60
Her groaning was a constant sound in the house. Like an old TV left on for too long, she droned on and on and on, varying in tempo and pitch. The noises of her nails scratching against the door accompanied the groans and created a disastrous cacophony of noise. Her nails would squeak persistently against the painted doors as her voice climbed in pitch, and our dog, Randy, would snuffle and bury his head in its paws. I remained undisturbed. Her and her noises were ordinary to me. Without them, the house might have felt too quiet. She s...
Submitted to Contest #56
I don’t just hear the beat- I feel it. Much like the name of this 9PM audition show, Feel the Beat. But seriously. I can both hear and feel the beat to Miley Cyrus’ wrecking ball as audition number 451 belts out a ridiculously high note just on the other side of the wall. I wrinkle my nose as she wavers at a particularly long note. Poor girl. One less person to compete with, I guess. I keep my eyes closed as I listen to her sing. She has a nice voice. Her voice is precisely ‘nice.’ Not extraordinary, not spectacular, not unique...
Submitted to Contest #55
An auburn-haired woman sits at the head of the table; she gives the table two grave knocks. “Alright, let’s begin.” The low murmur settles into a severe hush. “Grace, please lead us in our pledge today,” She points cordially to the woman next to her, who nods decisively in response. “Today,” Grace raises her glass slowly. “Today was a good day. A great day, even. Some may even say it was a revolutionary day. A day to be remembered. A day to be celebrated. So, let’s remember. Let’s celebrate, so that we may think of this day wh...
Submitted to Contest #54
The music in the restaurant is soft. Orange light drools from the low hanging fixtures above; passing chords of Clair de Lune frame the couple nicely. He leans over the table and smirks. She turns away from him, sniffs. "I don't believe in love." "What a charming thing to say at a first date," He leans back and laughs easily. "Can I ask why, Hailey?" A moment of silence as she stills. "Let me guess," He leans across the table. She looks at him in equal parts trepidation and curiosity. "You trusted him. He hurt you. You’ve forgo...
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