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Submitted to Contest #290
There is nothing like your first kiss. I can easily remember mine. I can close my eyes and remember it like it was yesterday. I was all of thirteen years old. Maybe that’s young for a first kiss, maybe that’s old, I’m not sure. The boy I liked, Clay, was fifteen. The crush I had on him was immediate the moment I laid eyes on him the summer he moved into the neighborhood. He had sandy brown hair that had just enough blond in it to catch sunlight and brown eyes so deep they were almost black. He seemed so much older than fifteen because of the...
Submitted to Contest #289
God is not real. He doesn’t exist. He’s totally made up to try to guilt all of us into being good people so we can avoid an eternal afterlife in hell. At least this is what Terra was raised to believe. From the time she was a very little girl, this concept was hammered into her head. Her parents were staunch atheists, refusing to celebrate any holiday with even a skosh of religion. That meant no Easter and no Christmas, most notably. So Terra never had the chance to feel the wonder of waking up on Christmas morning to a festively lit tree sp...
Submitted to Contest #288
Please note: this story deals with pregnancy loss. I was born to be a grandma. I’m so good at it. I’m a much better grandma than I ever was a mother. I don’t know if it’s because I have the experience of motherhood behind me or if I have just mellowed with age and the chaos of childhood doesn’t faze me as much or if I just have more patience because I have more time since I’m retired and I don’t work anymore. Whatever the reason, grandmotherhood is much more comfortable to me than motherhood ever was. My grandson Timmy just turned three year...
Submitted to Contest #287
Darla and Desiree are twins. Not the identical kind. The fraternal kind. And they really couldn’t be more different. Desiree was born first. According to their mother, birthing her was a breeze. She just came on out, 5 pounds of pink perfection. Of course she cried, but it was short lived and she settled in happily to the warm blanket the nurse swaddled her in. Darla was a different story. Of course, like so many second of twins, she was breech. Difficult from the get go. Their mother ended up needing a C-section for Darla to be born safely....
Submitted to Contest #286
Please note, the following story makes reference to domestic violence. It finally happened. I have reached rock bottom. I don’t know why it took me so long to come to this conclusion, but it happened. I heave a shuddering sigh and look at myself in the bathroom mirror. My hair is a tangled mess, having been pulled from the ponytail it was in when Jake grabbed me by it and threw me to the ground. As I weave my fingers into my hair, I can feel a pretty big lump on the back of my head where it slammed into the concrete floor in the basement....
Submitted to Contest #285
I open my bedroom door and walk casually into the family room, glancing around furtively. No one seems to be around, not my parents, not my brother. Good. I’m dying to call my boyfriend, but I would like some privacy, which I never seem to have. Someone always seems to be sprawled out on the sectional, like my mom watching Love Boat or my brother playing Space Invaders. I pick up the handset on the butter yellow wall phone and dial Steve’s number. Busy signal. Crap. I’ll have to wait a few minutes and try to call back. In the meantime, I go ...
Submitted to Contest #284
I’ve settled comfortably into my couch with a glass of wine in my shaky hand. It’s my first Christmas alone, and I’m taking stock of my feelings. This is what I wished for. This is what I wanted. And I’m trying to decide if it’s all I expected it to be. I’m 152 years old. It’s hard to believe I’m still able to live on my own and take care of myself. But I guess that comes as part of my wish. I’m the only one left in my small circle of friends and family, exactly how I wanted it to be. I was always afraid of death, but not for the reasons one...
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