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Submitted to Contest #299
There are probably two things you should know about the sisters before you meet them. One, Tara values peace but will never back down from a fight. Two, Samira will never back down from a fight. It was a Saturday morning which means you could sleep in, right? Wrong. The thing about being in high school is that your body will naturally sync up so you’re up before the sun is. Tara dragged her slippers across the cold kitchen tiles and tightly wrapped her red fuzzy blanket around her body as she made her way to the cabinet. Samira had already b...
Submitted to Contest #296
Today wasn’t important because of the holy matrimony of two people. The joining of a union and what have you. Today was important to the staff of the wedding venue because if they played their cards right, their new boss would be fired and their old one, who was much less micromanagey would return. Today was important because the duel of which family was more impressive would be put to an end because by the reception, they’d be one big happy family.“We have to show everyone else how good our family is. Blah blah blablabla,” the elders had le...
Submitted to Contest #136
Rhea woke up early on a Saturday morning because the accounting firm she worked at required all hands on deck when they found multiple errors that caused a ripple effect which meant everyone had to go in and redo a month’s worth of work. She looked into the mirror as she prepared herself for a day in Corporate America. She dabbed her foundation over her freckles and then pulled her hair into a tight ponytail. She played around with it so that her black hair covered purple highlights. After slipping into her pantsuit, she grabbed her “I hate ...
Submitted to Contest #30
Kathryn Stiles smoothed a crease in the skirt of her pinstriped yellow-white dress before reaching to open the cold metal handle of the glass door. The room housed a stale air that had been exquisitely tempered with long days of paperwork and the silent drone of municipality. Three long lines of people stood waiting at the forefront of plastic Walmart tables. For a few seconds, she gently rocked back and forth in her flats and felt the pressure shift from the balls of her feet to her heels as she scanned the options ahead of her. The line to...
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