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My New Year’s Resolution 1. Be nicer Millie set down her pen with a sigh. Writing her resolutions always made her tired. But that’s not why she hated this task. That had to do with the writing on the bottom of her paper. The last resolution always haunted her. Her mother had been the first to add it nearly fifteen years ago when she had first joined this tradition in fifth grade. Even after what happened with their parents, she added it every year with the hope it would come to pass, just to tear it from the rest of her list in shame and ...
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I didn’t mean to say it aloud, at least of all to the kid’s face. The words just slipped out of their own volition. In my defense, it had been a long day. It started with the twins being late getting to school. Then I helped my older brother and his wife move a thousand boxes of books, which were, as he joked, “worth more than I’d ever make,” up to their new penthouse apartment because he was too cheap to hire someone. Finally, traffic got me here an hour late, and Mr. Lannister was too happy to dock me. On to...
Submitted to Contest #213
Warning: Some abuse and deathI slipped the gloves over my fingers, allowing the cool silk to caress my skin. I always loved silk things, even from childhood, especially gloves. From age six, I begged my parents for silk gloves, but I was a gardener’s daughter, not a member of the nobility. So, I would watch court ladies dressed in beautiful gowns, their silk-gloved hands baring parasols, wishing with all my heart I had what they had. Now, I would trade them just for a glimpse of my family.My door burst open, but I didn’t turn, wishing it was...
Submitted to Contest #208
“You can’t catch me!” Jabier shrieks as I chase him around the room. His skinny little legs carry him under the table, through the living room, and over the couch, all the while dodging my outstretched hands. Knowing he can do this for hours, I switch tactics. I crouch with my hands on my knees, breathing with great heaving motions. “Oh, Jabi,” I moan, “I think you are just too fast for me.” My little brother cautiously peeks out from his hiding place, his brows knotted in confusion. “I am?” I nod so vigorously that one of my braids smacks m...
I clutch the backpack with my sweaty hand, squeezing it so tight the darkness of the room is forgotten momentarily. I stare at the weak little bulb in the ceiling and wait. I try listening for the footsteps that would bring him closer, but my hammering heart and noisy breaths make it impossible. I instead focus on his instructions, which bounce around my head like a ping pong ball. Go to the address, enter the side door, and wait in the room with a red door. There was one more piece, but I couldn’t…I couldn’t bring myself to let that linger ...
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