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Submitted to Contest #242
Seven months. Two hundred thirteen days. Countless hours of taking him in and drawing. We’ve fallen into a coincidental pattern. The museum is a place of refuge for me, to be inspired by great artists before me. I’ve filled numerous sketchbooks with my own renditions of their work. Customized color palettes, different line work, or concept. It's where I feel the most myself. A variety of murals, sculptures, and portraits have given me plenty to work with. But it was the moment my gaze fell on him, the feeling of my heart skipping in my chest...
Submitted to Contest #195
“How do I look?” She did a turn. “That’s the outfit?” Her furrowed brow and pursed lips were a clear sign of disapproval. She frowned. “What’s wrong with it?” “Claire, this is the job of your dreams. This outfit is so plain, how do you expect to stand out?” Claire looked down at her white button up blouse and gray slacks. She sighed and flopped down into the chair closest to her. “Since you’re such a fashion expert, Abby, what do you suggest I wear?” Abby skyrocketed out of her chair and toward the bedroom. “I thought you’d never ask,” she c...
Submitted to Contest #194
She stared down at the ring on her finger and tried to fight off tears. A box sat in the seat next to her filled with personal belongings. The Uber driver dabbed beads of sweat on his forehead in the front seat. When their eyes met, he gave her a smile. “You should smile you know; frowning takes years off your life.” She sighed, “Yeah, well, I lost years of my life to a compan...
Submitted to Contest #161
“Mum,” I paused and checked the time, “Mum?” Another pause, “Listen, I would really love to keep chatting, but I have to go.” The voice on the other end kept going on and on about the weather for the weekend and her garden. “That’s great mum, but I’m going to go now. I love you.” Before she could respond I hung up the phone as the front door swung open. I quickly dropped the phone face down on the couch and pretended to be focused on the television. A news broadcaster discussed new evidence in a case against a man accused of murdering his ...
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