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Submitted to Contest #101
Most girls dream of their wedding day. The flowers, the food, the dress, the groom; all of it is usually planned out by the age of six, though the details may change some over the years. Most girls act this day out with their friends on the playground at school or in the backyard at their houses because they want to get it exactly right. They get it all figured out, right down to the honeymoon. Not me. I have always dreaded it; it all soun...
Submitted to Contest #100
His hand shook slightly as he reached up onto the shelf for the pot. It sat on the same shelf for the last thirteen years; the whole time Daisy had been living with him. This old pot, with its missing paint and one broken handle had cooked their dinners every single night. The food may have varied some, but the vessel remained the same. He filled the pot with water and placed it on the stove to boil. &nb...
It was Maggie’s turn to make dessert for book club, and she was stumped on what to make. She wasn’t really a baker and Cynthia could always sniff out store-bought treats, so she knew she was going to have to step up her game a little. The last thing she needed was the ladies whispering about her non-existent baking skills at church this Sunday. She scanned through all her cookbooks and settled on a simple dessert that was loaded with chocolate. ...
She sat across the table from her husband, watching as he tucked into his dinner and took a drink of his iced tea. He looked up at her and smiled, and she forced herself to smile back. Her own plate remained untouched; she found that her appetite had since disappeared. He took no notice of the fact that she had not started eating; he seemed preoccupied as he always did. “Honey, could you pass me the salt?” he asked her, outstretched hand reachin...
“Hi, you must be John?” I extend my hand with a smile, and he reaches out to grab it and return the handshake. “Yes, and you must be Allison. Your pictures truly do you no justice.” I blush, slightly uncomfortable but flattered all the same. “Well thank you, filters can be a lifesaver, tha...
Submitted to Contest #99
This is not a place of joy. Nobody ever smiles here unless it is their time to leave. Everyone is restricted to their cramped quarters and kept to themselves. Visitors? You can forget visitors. No one knows you are here, and no one cares. Any memories you had of family or friends from before become foggy and eventually disappear altogether after enough time in this place. Making friends usually does not happen either. You ar...
Submitted to Contest #97
“Hey honey, would you be able to run into town to grab some chicken, steak, and beer for tonight? Ben called to his wife Hannah, who was just getting in from her jog with their dog Tex. “Yeah sure,” she said “Do you want me to make anything else? I can make that macaroni salad and a dessert of some kind… maybe my Oreo fluff?” She grabbed a pen off the counter and started writing a list. &nb...
Submitted to Contest #96
The covers on the bed had not been pulled back and slept in for quite some time. There was a fine layer of dust on the nightstand and small bookshelf and the room had a stale smell to it. The closet was completely empty, save for a pair of old wire hangers and one lonely picture of a whitetail deer that was hung on the wall right above the light switch. Boxes sat along the wall right under the window opposite the door, labeled according to what was in each box. Some was “Max’s Stuff”, some was “Christmas Decorations,” but...
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