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Submitted to Contest #212
May 1, 1999Dear Reverend Carson,I really hate to ask you this, but could you please return the $100 I donated yesterday to the Abused Women's Fund? I just realized my food pantry is very low and am not sure I will be able to buy food before my next government check. Plus, my 86-year old mother fell last night and broke her arm. She is okay, but now I have to hire someone to feed her while I am cleaning rooms at the local motel.I found out this morning my insulin has gone way up in price, so there's an added expense I wasn't co...
Submitted to Contest #193
Officer Jenkins had a look of disbelief on his face as he eyed the wreckage and all the blood. “But my intentions were good,” Karen Culpepper said to him shortly after she caused the 15 car pile-up on Interstate 24. Jenkins couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Maybe this woman was manic. Maybe she wasn’t in control of what she was saying.He was so overwhelmed by the situation, he honestly didn’t know how to feel. His intense sensations were all over the emotional spectrum, and he strugg...
Submitted to Contest #142
Ralph Smiley confidently looked in the mirror. His upcoming novel was going to make him financially secure, and his hidden talent as a writer would finally be revealed to the ruthless world. He smiled at himself and straightened his collar. People were going to be shocked, especially the ones who thought he was slow. Finally, after all this time, he would have the last laugh. For the past 30 years Smiley had worked hard at the shoe factory. Being on the tail end of the assembly line required a treme...
Submitted to Contest #139
I wish someone would tell me why my mom has permission to put permanent marks on the wall in the bathroom, but I get my ass beat for drawing a beautiful cloud scene on the ceiling of my sister’s room. None of it makes any sense to me. Mom claims the marks she put on the wall are just a record of her children’s height. Okay, maybe that’s fair enough, but my reasons are just as good. My drawing is a record ...
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