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Submitted to Contest #73
Desiree shimmied into her red dress. After a few awkward stretches and some obscenities, she managed the back zipper and the little hook-and-eye at the top. “Who came up with the idea to put zippers in the back, anyway?” she muttered. “It’s not like women have people to dress them anymore.” She gave a twirl in front of her mirrored closet door. The skirt swooshed around her knees. She slipped on her red flats and grabbed her sweater off the bed, putting it on as she walked through the small apartment. Mittens meowed and wound through...
Submitted to Contest #68
“I’m pregnant,” Delilah confessed to her best friend. She twirled a strand of blonde hair around her index finger. “Oh my god. Please tell me you’re joking,” Charlotte replied, spraying a mouthful of her drink across the ground in front of her. In their small conservative town in southern California, teen pregnancy was practically unheard of. It wasn’t that teens weren’t having sex (their town was like any other in that regard), but those who were doing it were extremely careful. Everyone knew about the adult store ten miles down the highw...
Submitted to Contest #32
“If we’re on some sort of Arctic expedition,” Elizabeth began, “why aren’t we cold?” She looked down at her dirty jeans and short-sleeved shirt. “And why don’t we need lights in this god-forsaken cave?” Alyssa questioned. “This isn’t real,” Lindsey replied.“Yeah, right. We’re really on some beach in Mexico right now,” Elizabeth scoffed. She climbed up a steep slope, cursing as she bumped her knee on a protruding rock. Alyssa sighed. “Mexico sounds nice. Sunlight, not this strange ambient light emanating from nowhere. Sand bene...
Submitted to Contest #27
Zach Reid crossed the laminate floor in his cramped studio apartment. His black trousers were undone, waiting for a shirt to be tucked in. He carried two hangers with him to the tiny bathroom. He held up a blue button-down and checked the mirror. Unimpressed, he switched to a smoky gray one. Equally unimpressed, he held the two side by side. He contemplated which one was more professional, more mature. His baby-face often undermined his accomplishments, or at least that’s the way he perceived it. He had trouble believing that the same f...
Submitted to Contest #17
“It’s high time you got out of the house,” Darrell said, taking his mother’s dark, lined hand in his own. She gave an affectionate squeeze.“You know I don’t like goin’ out without your daddy.”“Daddy’s been gone five months now. You’re sixty years young; you can’t just stop living.”“I’m perfectly content to stay here and crochet blankets for the kids you and that wife of yours better have.”“Her name is Hannah Beth, Mama.”“I’d know that if you’d had a proper wedding instead of eloping.”Darrell sighed. That was always going to be a sore spot wi...
Submitted to Contest #15
Groggily she pushed back the warm blanket and pried herself out from between the sheets. On weary feet she plodded from her room down the hall to the nursery. Using the glow from the night light, she peered into the mahogany crib at the little bundle of joy that had become a little bundle of screaming. This scream sounded like all the other screams. Was he hungry? Wet? Gassy? Did he want to be held? Rocked? Sang to?She opened the blanket swaddled around him and felt his diaper. Heavy. She picked him up and put him on the changing table. The ...
Submitted to Contest #14
Jessica twirled, looking at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her light blue dress swirled around her knees. The fitted bodice was held by straps of thin, braided darker velvet. Her brown hair was loose around her thin face. If she angled her head just right, her curls masked the acne that spread across her cheek. Her shy smile was coated in cherry lipgloss. She felt…almost pretty.Her first year of high school was also her first at boarding school, Duke Waltham’s Preparatory Academy. She had left home with a childlike faith that everything wou...
Submitted to Contest #13
I closed the front door behind me, shutting out the winter chill. I hurried to the bathroom, opened the glass door to the shower, turned the water on, and stepped in fully dressed. The water soaked into my clothes, and I finally stripped down. Still undecided as to whether I was going to wash said clothes or burn them, I picked up a bar of lavender-scented soap. The water turned a pretty, sudsy pink as I scrubbed at my hands. I watched the bloody run-off circle the drain. As the water cleared, so did my thoughts. I came down from the ad...
Submitted to Contest #12
Verity turned the key in the driver’s door of her red Taurus. It unlocked with a snick. She opened the door and pressed the unlock button to let her boyfriend Daniel in. The pair settled in on the tan seats. Daniel shivered; the leather was cold through his jeans. The trek across campus to the student parking lot had left them both chilled, and while the car provided protection from the wind, it did nothing to actually warm them. Verity turned the key in the ignition; the car whined a bit before it came to life. Classical music streamed soft...
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