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Submitted to Contest #289
The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here. Then I spot my friend, Dora. “Hey, Dora! What’s going on? Weren’t you just sitting by me in Ms. Linville’s geography class?”“Oh my gosh, I can’t believe this is true. I-I think we are really here!” “It’s like she said, if you really learn about stuff, it can be like you’re actually there!” Nine-o-five and the torrent poured through the door: the gangly, good, the garrulous, the stout, the strong, the shy, the overdressed and underdressed. Backpack bearers all, jostling, pushing, and prod...
Submitted to Contest #288
Raina That afternoon a fog set in. I stepped out warily down the front steps and felt the light drizzle on my face and arms, steady, silent, and soft. The air was heavy with moisture—like me, I thought, heavy with child. I was home these days, feeling the calmness and quiet of waiting. It was only two days after due date when I realized labor had started. With excitement, I added the last things to a suitcase I had prepared weeks before. Girl or boy? We had wanted to be surprised. Not knowing, I had packed two perfect sets of baby cloth...
Submitted to Contest #287
The headlights of John’s Buick swung into the driveway at 6:30 p.m. He checked the number—207. He had heard of people who, confused, had walked straight into someone else’s identical house. He would be sure not to make that mistake. He stamped the light snow off his work boots. It had been a busy day—speed had picked up, but John’s team was efficient. House construction had been broken down into twenty-seven steps; each step required a team of men that was perfectly trained and fast. John was already manager of the stud walls—his team’s spec...
“Moooommmmmm!” “Be right with you, honey. I’m just getting Ruby unbundled.” “Wheeeeee!” Tristan, the three-year-old, wiggles out of his snowsuit and bounces on the couch. “Mom, can Raina quit screaming?” says Vincent, the bookish one in fourth grade. “Tristan, quit jumping like that! You’re going to fall again… Vincent, just go chill in your room, won’t you?” “But mom, it’s too loud in here,” Vincent says, as if quiet came with a magic wand.“Hey, Eddie boy, you have a good day?” Edwin snuggles up against my leg looking for a...
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