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Submitted to Contest #60
It was funny, really. All this talk about nuclear explosions and cancer pandemic, it was all funny to Jane. Of course, her parents didn’t find it amusing, her mother’s forehead was designed with wrinkles and all her perfectly manicured nails were almost gone. From the chewing to the biting to- for crying out loud- the snapping, her mother’s fingers were almost non-existent and begging for release. Her dad was more of the silent worrier, he didn’t show it, not in the obvious ways her mom does, in fact, if you didn’t know him, you wouldn’t eve...
Submitted to Contest #58
It was starting again. They were at it again. More blame, more accusations, more conclusions. More and more. And once again, they weren’t listening, only talking. That was all they ever did. Talk. Always only their point of view, which was always not right, too. If only they could listen to me. If only they could let me explain, if only.I sit down silently and take it all.*** "Why do we keep on saying this all the time? Why do you never listen? Why do you never learn? You are so stubborn!”I listen. It’s literally all I do. It’s all you allow...
Submitted to Contest #57
The fire crackled, releasing embers into the air. The breeze was biting, but mother and daughter didn’t notice as they huddled close together. The daughter, a seven-year-old, dark-haired with black eyes, like that of an eagle, huddled even closer to her mother. Her mother wrapped her even tighter. A fly could not survive, had it gotten in their middle. “The mosquitos are biting, mom”, the child complained, looking up to her mother. “I’m sorry, sweetie. It will soon be over, don’t worry”, the mother crooned, stroking her daughter’s back. “I d...
Submitted to Contest #56
She didn’t want to do this. She didn’t want to be here. She hated blind dates; they were so uncertain. None of the parties involved knew what they were going to get, they just hoped for the best. Well, she wasn’t a big believer of hope. Ava Sommers was a practical woman. She never relied on hope, never has, never will. Which was why this date was giving her the jitters. She wasn’t worried about the looks, God knew she had her fair share of beautiful assholes, she was more concerned about the attitude. She could handle that too, sure, but she...
Submitted to Contest #55
Darby doesn’t know it yet, but she’s about to meet the love of her life. *** She couldn’t contain her excitement. She was here! She was finally here! After entering for the Paris Prize 3 times, and she had never even got shortlisted once, Darby was determined to make this one count. And along with her determination, luck was probably on her side too, they do say fourth time’s the charm. Actually, they didn’t. But she was saying it! I’m going to make you proud Dad, you’ll see. She promised silently, rubbing the Eiffel tower pendant lying bet...
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