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“Bone Call” by Paris Rome

Submitted to Contest #221

(TW: discussions of cancer and hospitalization) The songbirds chirped happily outside of my hospital room, Another day alive. I sat up, rubbing my eyes, waves of pain going through my head. “Miss O’Reilly, are you alright?” I glanced up to see the nurse, “Ah yes, just head pains.” The nurse wrote something on his clipboard, glancing at my heart monitor. Beep. beep....

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“Shirley's Re-Re-Reawakening” by Paris Rome

Submitted to Contest #211

Shirley pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, “Now you kids don’t get hurt now!” She’d watch her grandchildren run off into the park. She would open her hardcover version of Red, White, And Royal Blue, plopping onto the wooden bench. “Banana…” The toddler next to her would mumble. “Yes sweetie-pie?” She’d say in a baby-voice, playing with his hands slightly. The baby would go to bite at her hand softly,...

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“Live-Stream ” by Paris Rome

Submitted to Contest #210

Arabella tapped her keyboard, her computer screen lighting up as she plopped in her chair. “Another long streaming night…” She muttered under her breath, opening Discord and Twitch. She clicked on her microphone, “Hey guys, welcome back to my stream. Today we’ll just be chilling and doing random things today.” She’d shrug, smiling as she joined a Discord Call. Her gaze would glance over to her comments every once in a...

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“7-11 Mishaps” by Paris Rome

The entrance bell rang as John Smith walked through the door to the 7-11. He’d sigh, putting his hands in his pockets, taking in his bright and messy surroundings. As John walked through the gas station, he noticed the little sharpie drawings staining the shelves. The buzz of the fluorescent lights hummed as he walked slowly through the aisles of junk food. John felt a tap on his shoulder, turning to find ...

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“People-Pleaser” by Paris Rome

Submitted to Contest #207

(TW: Slight mention of harassment) Beep beep beep beep. She’d slam her hand onto her alarm clock, nearly breaking it instead of shutting it off.  “Jesus…” Soli would brush her hand back with her hand. She would get up, immediately going to turn on her coffee maker.  “Oh come ON!” She’d groan as she noticed her coffee machine leaking water out of the side. “I already hate today.” Soli mutter...

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“Gossip Grandmas” by Paris Rome

Submitted to Contest #200

“Excuse me young sir, you're at our table.” Ruth spat at the teenage boy sitting at their usual table. “So, grandma?” The teenage boy ruthlessly replied. “I was here first, finders keepers losers weepers.” Ruth stomped her walker, “You young man GET out of our seats…or I’ll tell the manager.” “Ruth, calm down. He didn’t do anything-""Oh shut it Sherly. Nobody asked you.” Marge lightly ...

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“If Only She Didn't Sit There” by Paris Rome

Submitted to Contest #196

(TW: Sensitive content, guns)“Bye mom, I’ll see you after soccer practice!” My crocs squeaked as I headed out the door. My Jansport backpack bobbed up and down as I walked to the bus stop. The yellow bus creaked loudly, as always. The heavy smell of gasoline had always grossed me out. I've never been able to deal with the nasty, black smoke coming out of the exhaust pipe. I grabbed onto the old, rusty handrails. “When I ...

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“Trophy” by Paris Rome

Submitted to Contest #195

(TW: Gore and Violence) Adrienne slipped on her blue surgical gloves, walking into the morgue she works at. The pitter-pattering of rain made a calming environment unlike the harsh, cold metal room. Her glove squeaked as she pulled out her subject of today: Karie Shiren. Gagging, as always, Adrienne set the stiff, porcelain body on the table. A cut was down the chest, open and rotting. She did her usual routine, checkin...

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