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Submitted to Contest #162
The Dinner Guests “My best silverware, Spode china, French crystal goblets, and wine glasses…something was missing. Oh, silly me, the salad forks!” Dinner would be ready soon. Maria liked dishes that could be made ahead and put on hold. Then she could spend time with her guests. The company was the most essential part of any dinner party. Maria hurried upstairs to put the finishing touches on her make-up. Now she was ready. &...
Submitted to Contest #161
Moving On By Paula Young 1198 words As Sarah walked up the wooded hill, the full weight of the events in her life caused her to fall to the ground. She held her breath until she was away from the house and Amy, and now let it all go. She’d never felt so low. Everything she held dear was slipping through her fingers like sand on a beach. She wailed. Once spent, Sarah sniffed. “What a cliché my life has become,” she thought. She sat up in the weeds, breaking twigs with her fingers. “Tom has hooked up with Donna—s...
Submitted to Contest #132
THE START OF SOMETHING NEW BY Paula E. Young "Libby, your dad has orders again! Guess where!" The pecan leaves were just beginning to turn with the first hint of fall in the air. Lorraine caught up with her daughter, Libby, walking the dog. "Mom! Where and WHEN? This is my senior year of high school! We can't move now!!" Libby swished her dark brown ponytail back and forth and held her hands to her mouth, dreading her mot...
Submitted to Contest #120
It was just an old trunk. It smelled of mildew, leather, and dust. Hannah Clark tentatively touched it with her finger and jerked back like a hot stove. "It's just an old trunk. It will be there tomorrow. I don't have to open it now," she said to herself. She turned away to leave the attic. Hannah retreated down the stairs in defeat. Her hair the color of honey fell in her face, and she brushed it away in the habitual move of her delica...
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