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Submitted to Contest #255
The year 2004 was a great year for Marshall Jeffries–you could say he was on top of the world, or the fashion world, at least. A show–as he would forever call it afterwards, The Show–hosted by a famous supermodel had, despite all odds, crowned him the first-ever winner. With no formal training in fashion, and always an underdog, it made for great television. Congratulations, they said. You are the future of fashion, the next wunderkind. And sure, it was great for a while. He shuffled through old photos he had developed at Duane Reade of hims...
Submitted to Contest #216
Note on sensitive content: contains references to traumatic events It was the most perfect fall morning. She walked into the lobby of her office building. This building wasn’t quite as big as the one her dad once worked in, but it still scraped the sky. Behind the front desk there was a huge American flag draped across the wall. She walked as quickly as she could to the elevator banks. When she got upstairs to her desk, she put down her things and walked to the kitchen to grab her first cup of coffee and started to mentally pre...
Submitted to Contest #164
I am cleaning out my parents’ house as my husband and I prepare to move to our new home. I find buried in the attic a pink heart-shaped box with a paper rose as a bow that Amelia gave me for my birthday in 1998. “To Cassie: Happy 8th Birthday. Love, Mellie.” I haven’t seen or even thought about Amelia in years. I have no idea where she might be. I don’t even know if she’s alive. **** I wouldn’t say that Amelia and I were friends, exactly. Our parents were natives of all parts of New York City and lived near each other in the East Vil...
Submitted to Contest #140
This story contains themes or mentions of adoption, mental health issues, and physical violence. “Um…Ms…Assistant District Attorney, ma’am?” a small voice said on the other side of the door of Samantha Martino, Manhattan ADA. Samantha waved her in. “Ms. Martino is fine. Come on in. I don’t bite.” A young woman in her early 20s walked through the door–olive skin, thick black hair stacked in a bun, tall with long legs, looked like she ran track. “Hi, Ms. Martino. I’m Lexi Walker. I came to talk about my recent…charge.” She looked...
Submitted to Contest #133
I am cleaning out my parents’ house as my husband and I prepare to move to our new home. I find buried in the attic a pink heart-shaped box with a paper rose as a bow that Amelia gave me for my birthday in 1998. “To Cassie: Happy 8th Birthday. Love, Mellie.” I haven’t seen or even thought about Amelia in years. I have no idea where she might be. I don’t even know if she’s alive. ************************************************************ I wouldn’t say that Amelia and I were friends, exactly. Our parents were natives of all parts of N...
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