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Submitted to Contest #207
Putting on an apron each morning for work feels like a warm hug. I had just recently started working at The Big Orange in the grove district. It was the kind of place where you’d expect to see young professionals and moms with their kids kissing daddy goodbye. After a lot of people watching, I noticed a pattern where once the husbands left, the wives joined forces for mimosa(s).This area of town always felt like home to me when I felt like I'd lost my sense of "home". It was different than growing up in a neighboring city because the drive t...
Submitted to Contest #204
Gasping awake, I rolled over and whisked an awful smell. My human often filled my litter box with “pretty litter” but I know my shit doesn’t smell like roses.Growling at myself for waking up here yet again, I began to stretch my hind legs. My paws hit all the walls at once. Typically, I backed into the house, perched on the side a bit to make relieving myself less taxing on my body. Instead, I had landed here face first, ass against the door. My head was fuzzy with the faint memory of chewing through the catnip mouse that had turned into a d...
Submitted to Contest #198
I felt stiff and bound, and not in the way Dorian Gray would describe as pleasurable. I tried to move, but my existence felt flat and concrete. After a few moments of trying to move, an ephemeral feeling passed through me that I was simply just a book. What an odd thought.Several moments passed before a god-like figure appeared before me.“Hello Annabelle,” it said in that deep, omnipotent voice often mistaken for Morgan Freeman.“What is going…” I tried to speak, but felt as though my words were only penmanship on a piece of paper. “In y...
Submitted to Contest #196
“Your life is not a fairytale country song,” my recent ex said as I packed my car with the few belongings I had in our home with my name on them. Mostly from the kitchen. “George Strait would beg to differ; I am going to write my own country love song with a happy ending!” I said as I angrily slammed my SUV’s door shut.I put my car in reverse and sped out of our gated community in proper Las Vegas. As I drove out of the golden gates, I vowed to find my Knight in Shining Armor…or cowboy boots. Forget this town, I wanted to go back to my roots...
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