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Submitted to Contest #270
“It’s frustrating,” Maya said, pushing her fork around her plate. “I can spend half an hour laying out an idea, and no one really acknowledges it until a man repeats the same thing. she sat at the long wooden table, surrounded by familiar faces. The ambiance tonight was warm, filled with the low hum of conversation and the clinking of silverware. This was a typical Friday dinner with colleagues, some more seasoned than others, where they would gather around plates of food and talk about their week, bouncing between casual jokes and deeper to...
Submitted to Contest #252
Aiden leaned back into his chair, nursing a beer as he listened to his friend’s banter. They were seated around their usual table in their favorite bar; A dimly lit dive smelling of stale cigarettes and spilled alcohol. Clinging classes and laughter usually filled the air but tonight, the conversation had a sharper edge.“So, Aiden,” Mike said, a smirk playing on his lips. “What’s this I hear about you and Emily? You’re going soft on us man.” Aiden’s jaw tightened, but he forced a casual smile. “What are you talking about?” “He didn’t st...
Shortly after we got married, David stopped going clubbing or to the gym with friends. He went to class and came back to the apartment, focusing all his time and energy on us. He asked me to move into his apartment, but instead, I moved a large portion of my clothes and all my makeup and called it a day. For a while, I didn't mind his new behavior. Although I knew he expected me to do the same, I wasn't ready to do that. To meet him in the middle, I cut back on time I spent with my friends. I would see Slim from time to time in my old dorm r...
Submitted to Contest #44
I got my suitcase zipped up and ready. Precious, my best friend, stopped by one last time to give me a very long hug goodbye. I dragged my suitcase downstairs and dad told me to be careful; it was super heavy, but I didn’t care, I would not be carrying it around, boys would help me I assumed. He starting putting my things in the car before calling me over to give me $500 in cash. ‘Good luck out there kiddo; I’m sorry it came to this.’ He said with sad eyes. I had never seen him like this before, I guess there was a first time for everyt...
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