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Submitted to Contest #315
The good thing about having a birthday in early February is that it comes quickly - ripped off like a fresh bandage. No long buildup, no mounting anticipation, no ballooning expectations. Just a sudden arrival, a day or two of attention, and then back to life as usual. The bad thing is that your wish has nearly eleven months to let you down. That’s plenty of time to watch your life move forward, unchanged, no matter how tightly you close your eyes or how fiercely you believe. Today is August 12th — my half birthday. And, in true type-A fashi...
Submitted to Contest #314
She sat up, groaning softly as the rusty springs of the mattress pressed against her spine. Her elbows dug into the scratchy, slightly musty-smelling comforter as she scanned the room. The overhead fan rotated with a slow, uneven wobble, casting warped shadows across the ceiling from the bare bulb above.Where is he? she wondered, turning toward the analog clock beside the motel’s Bible. The red hands pointed to 8:45.“Ugh,” she exhaled, falling back onto the bed, too tired and too hungry to care about whatever invisible motel-borne bacteria m...
Submitted to Contest #313
She lifted her head from his shoulder, her soft brown curls swaying slightly with the motion. Slowly, she looked up at him. Her blue eyes searched the corner of his, the part just barely visible while his gaze remained fixed on the TV. A rerun of Seinfeld played on the small screen in front of them.A laugh track murmured in the background.A sound too familiar now to mean much.His face squeezed gently, the kind of almost-smile that wasn’t meant for laughing, but for listening. His brow lifted slightly, the muscles around his eyes softening. P...
Submitted to Contest #311
Alama was born on July 12, 2025. Seven pounds, six ounces. Her mother said she “flew out,” like a bird being released from a box at a wedding ceremony - sudden, graceful, a burst of life. With her father’s bold, bright eyes and the curl of her mother’s hair, she entered the world as if she already knew it had something waiting for her. Her skin was warm and pink, her cry soft but sure. Her heart, her mother swore, already carried a kindness.It was Maria and Jeorge’s first child. The entire pregnancy had been a balancing act - between work an...
Submitted to Contest #309
I never imagined I’d be living alone at 33. Like many girls, I once sketched my future in soft colors. Wedding dresses, children’s laughter, a house filled with the steady rhythm of shared life.That was the story I was handed.The one I painted with the colors the world gave me.But life had its own palette. The small wedding fund my mother had quietly saved over the years was handed to me instead - reluctantly, hesitantly - as a down payment on a small house. A house with sunken front steps and soot-stained bricks, the kind of black that seem...
Submitted to Contest #298
It was the first time I ever let someone truly see me naked.Not just undressed—but revealed.Before him, I had been intimate, yes—but always wrapped in quiet apology.Always half-turned away.Always folding into myself like I was trying to take up less space in the moment,and less space in their memory after.I had learned how to disappear beneath sheets, how to turn my back to the morning sun,how to tuck my body into the soft corners of a room where judgment might not follow.Where imperfections could stay hidden in the hush of early light.Men h...
Submitted to Contest #273
I've just received a letter, a letter in the mail.The letter asked thatIJoin the League of the International Spy.Yes, you heard that right. Me.A spy.Internationally.The first one in my family.What an honor, what an achievement. They've asked me to keep it a secret.So, it's important that you don't tell anyone, not a soul. If you do - I'll find out.When I'm in my next role.What's that, you ask? Well, let me tell you - I've been thinking of a plan - but keep it between us two.I will quit my job at the bank. No more bank telling for me. No tell...
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