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Submitted to Contest #54
Embedded under your fingernails and staining your fingertips was black ink. Carefully placing your hands behind your back, you plastered a smile on your face, and scanned the room full of people. A woman walked up. She looked about fifty, and she was holding out her copy of your book. You attempted to make your smile reach your eyes, but failed. Taking a Sharpie from one of the cups, you scribbled a signature. It was not your own. You wondered absentmindedly what made up a signature. Could someone’s whole life story and personality be...
Submitted to Contest #53
Laela thrummed the tip of her popsicle stick against her cheek, carelessly letting the sticky juice run down her hand. She squinted at the blinding sun, “Melted.” It was the first thing she’d said in the last hour. Dmitry sucked a breath in, prying his eyes off Laela and following her lazy gaze to the cloudless sky. It was an overwhelming blue, and Dmitry could make out tiny black specks littered in the air. Black Oystercatchers. After all, they could see the sparkling sea in the distance. A noise interrupted his thoughts. Lael...
Submitted to Contest #52
It came as a single shivering droplet first. Like a warning. The next heavenly tears fell with more force, like the sky was hurdling angry balls of water at the ground. Bryden winced when a raindrop shattered onto the tip of her nose, and she immediately regretted it. “What’s wrong, Crybaby Brybry? Afraid of a little water?” came a mocking voice from behind her. Many laughs followed this tease. She whirled around, the grocery bags banging against her long legs, to see Arlo flanked by his childish gang. “Arlo . . .” she h...
6/20“Kayla, let me introduce you to my old college friend, Sally.” “Hi Kayla! Nice to meet you. Your mother’s told me so much about you. You’re six, right?” I gave a small nod. “Cool! Have you met my son Thomas? He’s seven years older than you. Can you do the math? How old is Thomas?” I clutched my mom’s hand for dear life, wondering who the heck this woman was and if she’d ever shut up. Then my eyes got a taste of Thomas. He was tall and lean with messy blond hair and eyes like a deep lake that I wanted to drown in. He grinned, ...
Submitted to Contest #34
To: grannynanny@gmail.comFrom: lbeanf@gmail.comSubject: new gmail accounthey nan its beanstill figuring gmail outi wanted to know if you wanted to talk ya know since we gotta stay inside and all that.,,././.,?<</./,/,/,/??oops sorrybyeTo: lbeanf@gmail.comFrom: grannynanny@gmail.comSubject: Hi. What’s up Beanie-boo? I can’t believe your father actually caved in and gave you a gmail account even though I’ve been telling him for the last five years that you absolutely need one. I would love to chat. Apart from the Young Ladies’ ...
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