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Submitted to Contest #23
My time in Kirketsville is, and was, something of a romantic getaway. That is, however romantic such an excursion can be when it is taken in isolation. The destination of my winter getaway was often the subject of scrutiny among the others in my profession. While taking time to “get away from it all” was hardly unheard of, if not downright common, the customary locations for these retreats were more often to warmer climates. In this way, writers can be compared to birds -- warming up their feathers and finding their way south for the winter....
Submitted to Contest #22
“Hey, Dylan! Sarah! So glad you could make it! Go ‘head and grab a beer from the -,” the young man’s pleasantries were cut short by the unfamiliar face standing like a mannequin behind the party guests, “Hey, what’s up? You come here with Dylan?”“Yes. Yeah - *ahem* yeah that’s me,” He responded quickly and without fully hearing the question. “Alright cool, cool. Well come on in, man, we’re just getting started.”“Yes, perfect,” The mannequin man said and made way for an entirely uncomfortable silence. “May I also grab a beer?”“Uh, yeah. ...
Submitted to Contest #14
Once upon a time, you and all our kind lived underwater: Fish People of the Under Reef. We lived deep deep down, far away from the harsh light of the sun and the grittiness of sand under our toenails. We made houses from coral and wrapped seaweed around our scaly skin for clothing. Hidden away from fisherfolk and boaters we kept safe and warm. Surrounded by those we loved, we held hands around the hot bubbles that rose up from the very Earth -- heat made especially for us. Without any light we had no need to keep track of time. Minutes? Hour...
Submitted to Contest #13
On a cold, rainy morning there are a few places no one wants to be -- the DMV, an outdoor wedding, and above all else: work. Personally, I’d rather be enduring the festivities of some chick’s, “big day”, or trapped in line behind the counter waiting to pay a ticket I definitely deserve than spend another day wrapping a tie around my neck and faking smiles from behind a desk. But, alas, here I sit. Seconds passing by like hours and coffee table conversations sounding like Freddy Krueger using his chalkboard scratching post. Today, I was ...
Submitted to Contest #12
The coffee stains on my desk had started melding together. I notice how it looked like a brown knock-off Olympic Rings logo. The man at my door stands angrily. He shouts something about a file I haven’t opened yet, but I’m too busy tracing my finger over the coffee stains. He slams his hand on my desk and my ashtray falls on the floor and shatters. I liked that ashtray. The Angry Man shouts about my badge. He threatens to take it from me if I...
Submitted to Contest #9
“Flowers for sale. Flowers for sale.” When the sign hung overhead turned uneffective, she often turned to the teachings of her carnival barker of a father. ‘The squeaky wheel gets the grease’, he would say. Never much of a squeaker, her best efforts did little to bring in even a wandering glance from a passerby. Today’s yield of flowers was dismal now that the frost had begun making its way through the county. Summer would bring the Lords and Ladies -- dressed in their Sunday suits and dresses -- to the small town of the Flowerseller. They, ...
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