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Submitted to Contest #74
Ten: When you met Dad Thanksgiving the year your parents had that business trip, remember? Even though we were sixteen, they still thought you were too young to be alone, Claire's dorm didn't have enough room for three, and you had nowhere else to go. Dad had just married Isa and gained two stepkids, and was only there because deep down, he knew he still loved me. Mom was drunk fifteen minutes in (a personal record: normally it would have been five) and rambling about all the men hanging off her arms. You just squeezed my hand under the tabl...
Submitted to Contest #69
River stared at the door of their sister’s house. They took a deep breath and reached toward the doorbell. They slowly pressed the button, then pulled back to wipe their hands on their jeans. For a moment, they wished they’d taken their boyfriend’s offer to join them. But then, the door opened. River smiled nervously and ran a hand through their long, red hair. “H-hey, Mom.” She stared at them, tears shining in her eyes. “I’m so--” River took a deep breath and wiped away their tears. “I’m so, so sorry I ran away like that. I--” Mom hugged t...
Submitted to Contest #40
Sheriff Payne looks over the file again and sighs. He doesn’t understand any of it. Currently, he is trying to find Linda Marks. Linda seems like a nice girl. A musician, not quite top of her class at Angelwood Private School, and working as a waitress at a local diner. Her parents had separated when she was seven, and just got a divorce after a long custody battle. Other than that, there is no evidence as to why she left or where she may have gone. “Sir?” Officer Lee pokes her head into the interrogation room. “Allison’s here.” “Send her in...
Submitted to Contest #39
There was no water. At the moment, there were no plants or animals, either. The only thing she could see for miles was sand. So Millie kept walking. At around noon, she came across a cactus. She shook her canteen and, hearing that it was empty, carefully cut open the cactus and collected the juice inside. Once she had all she could carry, she took a small sip, just enough to wet her mouth. Then she kept walking. Every now and then, she’d drink a little more, just enough to keep her hydrated. After all, she didn’t know when she’d find another...
Submitted to Contest #14
"Hello?" Heavy boots pound on the deck, and the yacht sways on the waves. I hurry up the stairs. "Is anyone here?""Coming," I yell as I throw open the door that lead to my living quarters. A tall, thin boy turns when he sees me. He glances down at the clipboard in his hands."Is this your boat?" I nod, wondering what he's getting at. "Then you're Lydia Thatcher?" I nod again. "W-well, Miss Thatcher, a letter for Gemini Glass got to the post office about three days ago, and we sent it up to her aunt, but she sent it back here, saying Miss Glas...
Submitted to Contest #7
I am sitting on a bench in the train station, watching people go by. I see hundreds of men and women in fancy clothes with briefcases, several boys and girls hugging their moms and dads after coming back from school, and so, so many families that are more perfect than mine. Miss Katie squeezes my shoulder. "They'll be here any minute, sweetie. Don't worry." "I'm not," I say, except I am, I just don't want Miss Katie, Mr. Jack, and Ellie to worry. I scan all the faces entering the train station. Somewhere in there, Momma and Clementine are ...
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