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Submitted to Contest #58
It’s 2 am in the morning and I just want to sleep. I had a hard day. The professor at the university gave us a friendly reminder that our semester project was due in two weeks and I wasn’t even half done. My partner, who lived next door, never did any of the work, making up excuses every single time. “Sorry Robin, I’m having dinner with my family tonight.” “Sorry Robin, my grandma came to town and I’m supposed to spend time with her.” Excuses, excuses, excuses. Eventually, I just gave up and decided to work the project on my own....
Submitted to Contest #56
Dear daughter,Happy 11th birthday! I know your mother has probably visited you, I will too after this letter is finished. She probably talked to you about everything that happened in our lives since the last time she visited you. I’ll agree with her- this has been a crazy year. Your mother got a promotion at her job, at the same time when I got fired. Then your Uncle Will got married. He and his husband are looking into adopting two children. Last month I met your mother’s ex-boyfriend Billy in the park. He made some snide comment on you and...
Submitted to Contest #55
"My dog died.”Will sat down with us. His face was ashen. He had dark circles under his swollen eyes. He was crying the whole night.“Lewie died?”He nodded numbly. “Yeah. He died.”The four of us sat around a round table. Me, Oliver, Kate and Will.“I’m sorry.”We all knew how much that dog meant to Will. After his parents’ divorce, it never left his side.Personally, I don’t understand this sort of attachment to a mutt, but oh well, it’s not my mutt.“How did it happen?”I surveyed their expressions. It’s an activity that I enjoy. Trying to figure ...
Submitted to Contest #54
I turned up in front of her house with a bouquet of flowers. I handpicked them myself, from my neighbour’s garden. It’s a good thing she didn’t see me, otherwise, she would have shouted at me. That would be loud. I rang the doorbell. Once. Twice. She opened the door. We stared at each other for a while. Her eyes were red and puffy. She had been crying. “What are you doing here Ollie?” I blinked. What was I doing here? Oh right. To ask for forgiveness. I gave the flowers to her. “I’m sorry.”...
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