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Submitted to Contest #158
Frau Herz looked at me with eyes struggling to contain their tears. I wanted to tell her it was OK. But I was still mute back then. Her milky hand hovered as she debated in her mind whether it was OK for her to press her palm to the scab, but we both knew it was not a good idea. So, instead, she slowly turned around, head bowed, and returned to the book she was reading to us and I was pretending to follow. Her voice was different now. It was lower and huskier. Luckily, the other students didn't pick up on anything. I was torn between wanting...
Submitted to Contest #155
Him:February 22, 2021Today she finally did it, and I can’t say I blame her. I just wish she’d given me more notice. Yes, I did see this coming, but I just didn’t know when.I guess it’s time for me to find somewhere to stay.When I asked her where she expected me to go, she snarled that she didn’t know and that I was an adult and should be able to figure it out. Right she is, I guess.I am now at MacDonald’s, sipping coffee and wondering what to do next. I have no one in this world.Why am I still writing in this useless book? Does it change any...
Submitted to Contest #151
I didn't sign up for this!I mean, I knew it was part of the job, but I kind of overlooked the painful parts in my excitement over the beautiful parts. Sometimes, you turn a blind eye to the pitfalls when you want something so bad. But no job is perfect.I watched Marilyn as she lay in her hospital bed, all drowsy and delirious. The morphine was doing its magic, slipping her into a golden realm. She dove into a day on the beach, where she ran on snowy, soft sand chasing the setting sun. She must've been five or six. She squealed as her father...
Submitted to Contest #150
“Annexa, place an order for one Chicken Tekka and one salad from Taj King,” Angelique said.“How did you know I was craving Indian?” Charlie wondered as he wrapped his arms around her.“Well, I’ve noticed that when you make yourself a Mango Lassi, it’s usually an indication that you’re thinking of Indian food,” she smiled, showing a perfect set of teeth, “but I only bought Sushi ingredients, so I’ve decided to make that tomorrow instead. You can have Indian today!”“Wow!”He wondered just how she could know what he wanted before even he kne...
Submitted to Contest #149
"That's so tacky!" “Hmm?” I was jolted from my daily trance.“Your songs!” she mumbled, looking out the window. “They’re so tacky.”“Oh,” I reached for the CD player while keeping my eyes on the road, “I’ll stop...”“NO!” she interrupted sharply.Startled, I pulled back my hand, “OK!”“I mean... it’s fine!” she crossed her arms over her seatbelt.“OK.”That was the first conversation I’d ever had with Joy despite having driven her to and from school for the past ten days.Seventeen years ago, when George had introduced me to her, she nodded and...
Submitted to Contest #147
We froze in our faded velvet folding seats. It was dark and utterly quiet. The credits rolled on a black backdrop, but there was no music. Like terracotta soldiers, everyone stayed in their seats with their eyes glued to the black screen, unable to move.It was Colette who came to first. She slowly tapped on my arm without turning towards me. I stirred.“Don’t do that, Jack!” she whispered.“Do what?” I whispered back.“Tug on your beard like that. That looks painful!”“Well, not as painful as what I’ve just seen!”“I’m going to kill you!”“Justifi...
Submitted to Contest #146
She looked at me for a few seconds and then said, “I think you’re old enough now to hear the full story.” I was a little taken aback. My aunt Nadia had told me stories of her late brother many times, and they were all wondrous. She was the head of my father’s side of the family. Being much older than my father, she was more like a grandmother to my siblings and me. I, however, had a special connection with her because I, apparently, looked very much like her when she was young. But the real reason we got closer was that I moved schools to ...
Submitted to Contest #145
I wonder if things had been different if I had said no almost thirty-five years ago. Growing up, my mom had a closet full of clothes. The usual–dresses, blouses, dress trousers– but this story isn’t about that. We were not interested in those. What we were interested in were the things she’d exiled to a far, forgotten corner at the bottom of her closet. We would wait for her to go to brunch or something, leaving David in charge so that we could raid it. There were so many beautiful things we never saw her in. We took turns using the Hippie...
Submitted to Contest #144
I’ll admit. That was my worst move yet. When the bride was in the bathroom, for the fifth time that morning, I dipped the corner of her veil in her mother’s cappuccino. The first time I’d done something like that, I pocketed a hairpin. The bride’s sister had held one loop of her sister’s hair in place with one hand while the other searched the dresser for the hairpin she’d just put there a minute ago. It wasn’t even one of those fancy, studded ones either. It was just a regular, black bobby pin. I don’t know why I did it, but it felt good....
Shortlisted for Contest #143 ⭐️
“Ah, I should’ve looked here first!” Abadio said, huffing as he climbed up the stairs. I looked up at him, attempting an apologetic smile. “I should clean up this place for you since you love it so much,” he said, moving some broken furniture around. I shook my head slowly. I didn’t need him to tidy up his rooftop for me. All I wanted was a surface big enough to host my body, and I was getting smaller with each passing day, so that was easy. “Aren’t you cold?” he wondered. I was growing rather fond of Abadio who was a tiny man of a...
Submitted to Contest #142
"Give this book a read. I believe it might change your life!" he winked at me, revealing a missing tooth. I clutched the book to my chest and skipped away from the shop while my mum hurried to catch up. Abu Saleh was a man in his mid-fifties or maybe older. He looked just as dusty as his stacks of pre-loved books. His book store was like nothing I'd seen before, or since. The only way I can describe it would be a rabbit hole. I suspected it wasn't meant to be a store at all. My mum's theory was that it could've been a broom closet or som...
Submitted to Contest #141
“What in the name of Forest happened to you?” Birdie exclaimed when she saw Birdo flying towards her with a bent beak and ruffled feathers. “Stupid humans and their stupid squeaky clean windows!” Birdo hissed, “what else?” Birdie laughed so hard, she almost fell off her branch. “How many times have I told you to be careful?” she said trying to stifle her laughter, seeing that Birdo didn’t find it funny at all. “Look who’s talking!” Ouch. “OK, come here”, she said in a soothing voice, lifting her wing so he could snuggle into it. ...
Submitted to Contest #140
"See how it's different when you cook with love?" Dean said while helping himself to more Lasagne. Leah looked at him and continued chewing quietly. "....and he continued to be his stupid self. He just loves ordering me around as if I were a temp or something. What an impostor!" he shook his head. She recalled her conversation with her colleague earlier that morning. He had come into the staffroom bleary-eyed to make his morning break coffee telling her how his baby girl kept him up most of the previous night because they couldn't find h...
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