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Submitted to Contest #303
Manyu stepped out of the yoga studio, the lingering scent of sandalwood and sweat clinging to his clothes. He tucked his yoga mat under one arm, the cool metal of his water bottle in the other. The familiar post-workout hunger gnawed at his stomach. As he walked toward his car, the bright, inviting storefront of Flower Child beckoned. Its facade, a blend of warm wood and large, sun-drenched windows, hinted at the vibrant, healthy fare within. He recalled the Buckhead location's reputation for fresh, locally sourced ingredients and decided a ...
Submitted to Contest #302
Airbase in Assam - Rakesh and Maya (Evening)The fluorescent lights of the officers' common room cast long shadows as dusk settled over the Assam airbase. Rakesh sat on the edge of an armchair, the silence from his family a tangible weight. Maya entered quietly, carrying two mugs of tea. She offered one to Rakesh, her eyes filled with a gentle concern."Still nothing?" she asked softly.Rakesh shook his head, the weariness evident in the lines around his eyes. "Tried again. Parents, Nilesh… just silence."Maya sat beside him, the warmth of her p...
The low hum of the suburban party pressed against him, a discordant note in the usually silent symphony of his meticulously ordered life. He clutched the plastic cup, the condensation cool against his clammy palm, and watched the easy camaraderie unfolding around him."Glad you could make it, Finch," Ben said, his smile radiating a warmth that felt almost… manufactured.Finch offered a curt nod, his gaze flicking past Ben to the crowded living room. So much unnecessary social lubrication, he thought, a familiar tightness settling in his chest....
Submitted to Contest #301
THIRD EYE ROLL The stolen naloxone vials burned against Taala's thigh as she crouched behind Rez Clinic's dumpster. The smell of roasted piñon nuts from Old Man Yazzie's stand mixed with antiseptic. Six vials left—three for Kelsey, three for the next kid who'd OD behind the chapter house.A memory flashed: Taala at eight, grinding blue corn with Mom while the BIA notice flapped on their trailer. "Tsé nináháádzá," Mom muttered, shoving ch'íłchin into her hand. "Take the sour with the sweet.""Miss Brown." BIA Agent Wilcox's fake turquoise bolo...
Echoes on the HillThe reconstructed log shelters at Valley Forge National Park stand as silent testaments to a pivotal moment in American history. Liam and Anya wander through the small, sturdy structures, their voices hushed with a shared sense of reverence."Can you imagine enduring a winter in one of these?" Anya murmurs, her fingers tracing the rough chinks of wood. "The biting cold, the dampness seeping into your bones… it's almost beyond comprehension."Liam nods, his gaze distant, as if peering into the past. "It speaks to an incredible...
Submitted to Contest #294
Subject: Well, I Did a Dumb ThingHey Sarah,So, I got a traffic ticket last week. Yeah, I know—classic Ethan move. I was rushing to work and didn’t notice the speed limit change. Long story short, I’m now the proud recipient of 10 hours of community service.The worst part? I have to spend those hours visiting elderly patients at a hospice place called Arcturus. I mean, I’m all for helping people, but I’m not exactly the “chatty with strangers” type, as you know. Wish me luck—I’m going to need it.Anyway, how’s life on your end? Tell the kids I...
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