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Submitted to Contest #61
Amberlin hitched her too-large jeans up on her bony hips and glanced toward the sky. Clear, for now. Trudging up the abandoned street, the sun beat down on her shoulders, and she wished for something cooler than the old denim jacket she had covering her arms. The bag on her back was heavy, causing sweat to trickle down her spine in that uncomfortably sticky way, giving her the shudders. A cat darted from between buildings, hissing as it skittered past her and onto the other side of the street, back into the safety of the dark. Amber hiss...
Submitted to Contest #34
Based on a true text story.MUM: Are you working today?NIC: No, it's a Saturday. What's up?MUM: What are you doing?NIC: Washing. Life is exciting. What are you doing?MUM: Cleaning the house.NIC: Super exciting, then! Can't wait for married life (wink face)MUM: You’re a strange girl. Have you got any milk?Your sister dropped ours on the floor then the cats got into it.NIC: Not surprised. I can grab you some while I’m out.On another note, were you going to put it back in the carton? That’s a bit gross.MUM: Of course not. The cats got to it.NIC:...
Submitted to Contest #32
Based on a true story…It was supposed to be fun. We were finally doing it, finally stepping up to be adults. We had organised what little finance we had, trawled the internet, spoken to all the 'experts' in our lives and then, we’d done it. We’d stepped over the cracked concrete and browning grass that separated the sidewalk from the yard. Triumphant, we’d smiled at the man who greeted up with his very false teeth and thinning hair and asked about a car.Soon after, sitting in the tiny demountable that passed as an office in lot of the second...
The metallic shutters over the couch shiver and a chill crawls up my spine, the only indications that Pete has arrived in my small, tidy apartment. I glance at the clock over the stove as the kettle finishes boiling and clicks off. 19:19pm. Right on time, as usual.I pour the boiled water into the pot, put on the lid and carry out the antique tea tray I’d inherited from my grandmother.“Hey, doll.” Pete’s smile is familiar and contagious. He lounges in one of the chairs by the dining table, one leg thrown carelessly over his knee, his trademar...
Submitted to Contest #22
I never meant for all of this to happen. New Years is a time for shrugging off the old and welcoming the new. So, Tanya dumped me- I wasn’t overly fond of her by the end anyway- what kind of woman goes through your wallet and phone? A psycho, my mate, Tim would say. His taste in women is worse than mine so he should know but… really, what does he know?No, this wasn’t because of Tanya, or even because I hate my job and my life, because I don’t. I’m a copywriter for the marketing branch of a delivery company, nothing exciting but I’m good at m...
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